The night was cool and clear as water.
Within the Zhu Yin Palace, lights shone brightly, making it appear like a resplendent pearl from a distance. Accompanied by Ye Zhuyin, Hong Yuan walked with a smile, passing through the small bamboo grove and Wind-Piercing Hall, heading toward the inner palace pavilions.
Unlike Qiu Wuxi, who had long since set her heart on Lin Bu Jing, Ye Zhuyin's Zhu Yin Palace had never before hosted a man. Hong Yuan was the very first!
At that moment, greeted by Ye Zhuyin, Hong Yuan sat down in a carved red chair. He quietly watched as she knelt before a low table and began to pluck the strings of an instrument.
"Is this what power feels like?" Hong Yuan lowered his gaze, looking gently at Ye Zhuyin.
After a long moment, Hong Yuan shook his head slightly. No, this isn't power, he thought. It's absolute strength. And she needs something from me!
