An Zizhen’s dark eyes rested on her for a few seconds, his cheeks flushing inexplicably. The palace chamber, having been inhabited by a young woman for some time, carried a faint, clean fragrance of herbs and woods, quite unlike the heavy, cloying scents favored by the noble ladies of Bianjing. He found himself at a loss, yet he could not look away. "There is no need for such formalities," he murmured.
Ji Yanxiao suddenly chuckled and stood up, moving with practiced ease to block the other man’s prying gaze. "My sister is thin-skinned. It would be best, Master An, if you did not stare so."
Jiang Cangyue played along, shrinking back behind him with a shy, retiring air.
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