As Pei Yuhang returned to the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, even before he neared the main hall, he heard waves of melodious laughter drifting from within. The sound was as crisp as silver bells, yet it carried an undisguisable, alluring charm, like a spring breeze caressing flowering branches, stirring the heart.
'That voice...'
Pei Yuhang's pupils contracted. He strode forward, pushed open the carved wooden doors, and went inside.
Inside, his Dao Companion, Ye Liyuan, sat on a carved rosewood chair, her eyes crinkling in a smile. She held a cup of tea with a relaxed and carefree expression, beaming at the woman across from her who was clearly entertaining her.
The woman entertaining her was lounging languidly to the side, her posture perfectly showcasing her graceful, alluring figure. A pale green dress adorned with small Honglian lotuses flowed like spring water, setting off her snow-white skin.
This woman was none other than—Shang Miaoyan!
