Seeing the elegant young swordsman surrounded by the Oirans, Bai Shangxi hugged her knees, her cheeks puffing up in displeasure.
On the night Min Ning stayed at the Bai residence, the door was suddenly knocked upon.
When the door was opened, it was none other than Bai Shangxi.
"Come, I'll take you to admire the moon. I've said it so many times—my Moon Viewing Pavilion is unparalleled within a hundred-mile radius."
Bai Shangxi insisted on dragging Min Ning outside.
Unable to refuse her enthusiasm, Min Ning had no choice but to follow her to the Moon Viewing Pavilion.
The moonlight was serene, the distant swing gently swaying. This garden of Western Jin was quite different from those in Great Yu, resembling a national beauty, possessing an unmistakable grace and charm. Min Ning rather liked it here.
She closed her eyes and listened carefully to the chirping of insects.
Bai Shangxi, however, dared not blink. She sat on the swing and rocked gently.
