Taichu Hall, within Fuyao Inn, crumpled drafts scattered on the floor, and ink and brushes randomly placed on the desk.
The window was half open, allowing the cold wind to blow in freely, rustling the papers on the table.
Zhu Nanzhi leaned back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling, the long-sleeved shirt over her draped neatly as she crossed her hands on her lap, her hair cascading down from the chair back, reflecting a deep azure sheen in the candlelight.
Mu Qingyue pushed the door open and walked in, casually catching a sheet of paper blown up, glanced at it, and spoke lightly: "It's written well enough, still not satisfied?"
"I want to perfectly depict my husband's majestic figure..." Zhu Nanzhi turned her head to speak, her voice pausing.
Because tonight Mu Qingyue had removed the black cloth that had been covering her eyes, revealing those ruby-like eyes.
She sat up straight, staring at Mu Qingyue's cold and beautiful face, her gaze slightly amazed.
