The first thing to be heard was the clinking and rubbing of chains, followed by Jiang Huan’s voice, sounding joyfully—if one could not tell whether it was genuine—"Sister, have you come to save me?"
A miniature bird perched atop Jiang Wuyan’s head, relaying everything in the secret chamber to her.
To call it a secret chamber was a stretch; it was more like a lady's boudoir, heavy with an ambiguous, fragrant scent. The walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and there was a high-quality sandalwood table fully equipped with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. To the side stood a vanity complete with a bronze mirror, jewelry boxes, and cosmetics. On the other end, a partitioned area had been specially set aside for her convenience. Furthermore, the oversized bed was covered with soft mattresses, surrounded by silk gauze ribbons that swayed with an ethereal, fairy-like grace.
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