Lately, Anle Palace rarely echoed with Ji Yuyi's noisy clamor.
Her favorite pastime used to be waiting for Ji Yanxiao inside the hall, refusing to leave no matter how heavily Tingwu hinted. For the past two or three days, however, she had not set foot here at all. Tingwu couldn't figure out what was going on, but she still felt it was for the best.
A pair of swallows skimmed low across the sky as Jiang Cangyue held some white powder and scattered it into the pond.
Chapter 71