The night was exceptionally silent.
Apart from the distant sound of the watchman's clapper on the streets, there was nothing else.
The weather has warmed up. After washing up, Shen Hua pushed open the window lattice, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky. She was only wearing an outer robe that covered her beautiful and exquisite figure.
The powder on her face had long been washed off, revealing a tender and flawless complexion. Her features were delicate, her almond-shaped eyes black and clear, her wrists soft and her movements graceful, all adding to her fragile beauty.
She found herself thinking about many things without reason.
Even about the affairs in Hengzhou, and about Cui Yun.
A single move could affect the whole situation; the surface calm of Hengzhou probably hid turbulent undercurrents.
If the powers behind Hengzhou were connected to the factional struggles in Shengjing, Cui Yun's move might not be easy at all.
Shen Hua's eyes fiercely trembled.
