The cold wind at the Imperial Mausoleum swirled with the sound of rustling pines, whipping at the hem of Cheng Jinrui’s official robes. He stood before the newly erected forest of steles, his carving knife gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
"Lord Cheng." Su Mingyu strolled over, pine needles clinging to the hem of her Flying Fish Robe. "The sun is about to set. Are you still at it?"
Cheng Jinrui looked up, saw Su Mingyu, and immediately stood to offer a salute. "Greetings, Lord Su."
Chapter 100