Enduring her impatience for three more days, Cang Xuan finally finished his state affairs that evening and led Xiaoyao to the swing set. To cheer her up, Cang Xuan had ordered his guards to use spiritual power to coax the phoenix flowers all over the mountain into bloom, creating a brilliantly dazzling spectacle. Yet in Xiaoyao's eyes, this out-of-season blossoming brought an endless sense of oppression: this was royal power. As long as that single person was pleased, he could manipulate and distort everything. Drop by drop... petal by petal... that mountain-wide blood red bled into the boundless white snow of Xiyan Mountain...
Cang Xuan stood quietly behind the swing, gently pushing it for Xiaoyao. Xiaoyao muttered inwardly to herself: *Brother, this is winter. Pushing me like this, aren't you afraid I'll freeze?*
"Achoo..."
Chapter 51