Ji Xiaosong leaned against the carved window, counting the passing hours by the water clock. Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the twin lotuses embroidered in silver thread on her cuffs.
A bronze bell on the corner of the eaves chimed softly. Before she could turn, she was pulled from behind into an embrace filled with the scent of sandalwood.
"Has the Lord Vice Minister forgotten how to use the front door?"
She tilted her head with a soft laugh, her earlobe brushing against Wu Chufeng's cool lips. Usually, when she teased him like this, he would bite her ear as punishment. But tonight, he only held her tighter. A faint scent of blood mixed with the Agarwood on his black brocade robe assailed her senses.
Wu Chufeng buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, then let out a low chuckle. "Song Song, did you know? The Ministry of Justice delivered a golden knife today."
