The Feng Family had very few properties in Ningzhou, only a few shops. More than half of the properties in Ningzhou City belonged to Marquis Zhenbei, who supported the Ningzhou Iron Cavalry. Fengyu was exhausted both physically and mentally. She dreamt of Feng Shu being entwined by a black snake and suddenly woke up, still in shock, when a shadow moving by the window nearly stopped her heart. "Who's there!"
"It's me. Did you have a nightmare?"
The familiar voice reassured her fear. Xie Xun walked over quickly and lifted the bed curtain.
Ningzhou was in the midst of summer heat—sweltering and windless. Fengyu was wearing the thinnest nightwear. She was afraid of the dark; at the head of the bed was embedded a luminous pearl, casting soft light. The thin nightwear couldn't conceal the lotus-green embroidered undershirt of the Third Miss, and Xie Xun could clearly see the lotus flower embroidered on it. Large patches of snow-white skin from her neck to her chest glistened with sweat.
