By the shores of Beauty Lake, there were now two small bamboo houses.
One of them was the epitome of Xie Tian's wisdom. While not lavish, it exhausted the small bamboo forest by Beauty Lake, all for the sake of grandeur.
This was also the ultimate effort Xie Tian could make for Princess Shenji.
In contrast, Xie Tian's own bamboo house was rather comical.
So comical that Princess Shenji, after enjoying a swim, only to put on her clothes and come out, burst into laughter so intense that she fell back into the lake, splashing about in the gentle waters.
Xie Tian touched his nose, objectively appreciating his own bamboo house.
Four bamboo poles planted in the ground, with a thatched roof of chaotic branches—nothing more.
"Brother Xie Tian, this is not a bamboo house." Said Princess Shenji, pain etched on her face from laughing too hard, as she crawled out of the lake, holding her aching belly with her little hands.
"It is."
