Houhai.
A private teahouse.
The fragrance of tea filled the private room.
Song Chaoge quietly gazed at the moonlight outside the window, peaceful and serene.
"Dong."
The door was pushed open.
At the first sound, Song Chaoge stood up to greet her guest.
"Sister Qinghua."
Although in Kyoto, the arrogant sons of officials all follow Young Master Song's lead, within this vast and profound Four-nine City, there are still some people he respects.
From her attire, it was clear that Yang Qinghua had just rushed over from work, suggesting once again that the higher the position, the greater the responsibility; they were both natives under the Imperial City, the original stock that once came to the capital to take the imperial exam, hence she was naturally not unfamiliar with Song Chaoge.
"Why aren't you wearing glasses anymore?"
She gave a slight smile.
Though it seemed casual and friendly, her words revealed that they hadn't seen each other for quite some time.
