Su Bei's heart jolted. He subconsciously turned his head towards the direction of the singing.
The small attic window was open, bathed in the quiet moonlight.
A night breeze wrapped around her Confucian silk, making it seem to dance.
A delicate frown brushed her brow, her bright eyes flickered, then turned with a quiet glance.
"Li Zijun..."
Li Zijun's eyes swiftly swept over Su Bei. Then, with a flick of her long eyelashes, she quietly lowered her head.
Ji Nanjue, expressionless, tugged at Su Bei, her lips curving into a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Husband, what do you think of Li Zijun?"
"Very good, very good..." Su Bei replied.
"Then should I talk to the Confucian Sage after I meet him and perhaps set you two up, eh?"
"Very good, very good... Huh?"
"..."
