Time passed quickly.
Looking out the window, the sky always seemed a solid, tranquil shade of magnetic blue. Behind the outer walls of the Court of Judicial Review, one could often hear the boisterous laughter of children, like seeds planted in a pot, waiting to break through the soil.
Jiang Cangyue watered the flowers on the windowsill. Having nothing left to do after finishing, she pulled up a stool and sat down to continue blending the incense in her hands. Most spices could be found in Bianjing; there were certainly more here than in the small town she came from.
A faint, fragrant mist rose in the room. Baozhu, who had been guarding her, had fallen asleep against the wall at some point. A moment later, the mist thinned, lingering but refusing to dissipate.
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