Yin Weiyin secretly let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the words; if Qin Qingluo were to truly expose Chen Yi, she wouldn't escape calamity—truly... every word now seemed like licking blood from a knife's edge.
The female crown pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "I didn't know the Prince was so trustworthy, such that he has the bearing of a benevolent ruler."
"It's hard to imagine that the Taichua Goddess would flatter in such a way," Qin Qingluo responded lazily, half mocking.
"I only say what's in my heart, as I reckon the Prince feels unsettled," Yin Weiyin looked slightly down, finally casting a glance at Qin Qingluo and sighed, "I wander alone, as do you."
The vast sea of trees swayed under the night, layers upon layers of waves crashing this way, the shimmering moonlight's reflection danced as seafoam in the tree sea's sway, the wind chimes lightly tinkled, clouds and mist came and went... the sea rises under the moon, shared across horizons...
