The autumn wind in Shangjing lacked the wild abandon of the grasslands, yet it coated the courtyard full of golden chrysanthemums in a biting chill.
Pei Hengyu stood by the window, watching a drab-colored pigeon fly in from the setting sun and land among the chrysanthemums in the courtyard.
Shuangxi caught the gray pigeon, brought it to Pei Hengyu's side, and said softly, "It's a pigeon from Princess Wenhui. I wonder how the little heir apparent is doing!"
Chapter 156