Chundong followed Gu Fengjian out of the main hall, walking along the deserted corridor. She quickened her pace to catch up with him, asking, “Miss, why is Third Madam so afraid of General Fu? Her face turned pale the moment you mentioned him.” ...
Fourth Son Gu caught up to Song Chuzhao before she had gone far. “Wait for me! Fourth Brother will take you home!” He followed behind her, chuckling, and seeing the wrinkles in Song Chuzhao’s dress, he said sheepishly, “Your clothes are all wrinkled.” Fourth Son Gu wanted to smooth out Song Chuzhao’s dress, but she quickly stopped him. “Alright,” Fourth Son Gu said dejectedly, “You absolutely can’t tell Mother that I took you out riding....
Fan Chongqing remounted his horse and rode alongside Song Chuzhao. ...
Song Chuzhao did not understand Fourth Son Gu, and clearly, his opponents did not really understand him either. ...
Song Chuzhao returned to the Gu mansion. Even though she was very careful, she was still spotted. ...
The room was thick with the scent of roast goose. ...
In the end, Song Chuzhao found the side door near her courtyard and walked in obediently. ...
Gu Fengjian had been staring into the mirror for at least the length of time it took to burn an incense stick. ...
Autumn rain drummed against the duckweed, and the courtyard pond rippled outward in concentric circles, reflecting the aged beams overhead. ...