Soon after, in a corner of the Royal Garden.
A small boat drifted leisurely on the lake's surface.
Though this place belonged to the Royals, Bai Hui could come and go freely due to her authority as the Hall Master of the Green Bird Society.
Yan Wuheng wielded the oars, glancing back and asked, "I must have brought you a lot of trouble, haven't I?"
Bai Hui sat at the bow of the boat, shaking her head, she said, "Don't worry about what they say. Isn't the scenery here quite nice?"
Yan Wuheng turned his head to look around, smiling, "The beauty of this place is not even one in ten-thousand of yours."
Having lived for over fifty years, it was the first time someone had said such words to her. Bai Hui lowered her head in slight shyness; she had dedicated her life to her country, never expecting that in her later years, fate would bring her such a relationship.
Could this be heaven's compensation for her?
