Night slowly descended upon South City, which seemed exceptionally festive due to the imminent opening of the Buckle Immortal Gate tomorrow.
Countless pleasure boats drifted on the water at the ferry landing. On one inconspicuous skiff, two women sat side by side, letting the skiff drift along. Queen Lin gazed at the flickering lights, lost in thought, her paddling unconsciously slowing.
Ever since she saw Lin Jinyu sneakily attempting to head toward Su Bei's room in the morning, Dan Wulan had been dragging her around South City for the entire day.
From inside the cabin, Dan Wulan turned back. Noticing the somewhat distracted Queen Lin, she tapped the oar twice, "What is the Empress thinking about?"
Her tone was nonchalant, a simple inquiry.
Lin Jinyu snapped out of her reverie. Noting the late hour, she seemed to recall a promise with someone. She was supposed to be waiting under that tree at this time for him to teach her how to act coquettishly.
