The spring light is gentle, with the mountain behind, and the air is humid with mist wafting through the gaps in the trees.
The mountain breeze brushes against the cheeks, slightly cold.
Inside the house, everything is brand new, and what's needed is all there. The servants have left, walking briskly and quietly.
Wei Zhao withdrew his gaze silently.
The servants here, including the maids, are skilled in martial arts.
This time after going to Shangjing, the young lady needs to have people skilled in martial arts by her side, protecting her at all times. The men in the Wei Family Army, after all, are inconvenient.
Ying Fuyan glanced over at this moment.
Narrowed his eyes.
The clothes Wei Zhao is wearing are clearly not what he wore yesterday.
"Sister-in-law."
Yu Tingwan: "Hmm?"
"They say brothers are like limbs and daughters are like clothes. Look at him, changing clothes quite often. It's just the two of us here, who is he dressing for?"
Yu Tingwan: ???
