Outside the guest courtyard, the night was deep.
The moonlight was clear and cold, like a thin veil shrouding the quiet courtyard.
Sun Yuzhi cradled her crimson longsword, leaning in the shadow of a corridor pillar, her face obscured.
Only her eyes glinted faintly in the dark, and a subtle, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.
Although Chen Sheng had just asked her to step aside so he could speak with Lan Yufei alone, leaving her slightly displeased, thinking back on it now, that displeasure had long been replaced by a warmer emotion.
During the confrontation with Lan Yufei moments ago, Chen Sheng had stood by her side without hesitation.
This unspoken favoritism was more reassuring to her than any promise.
Sun Yuzhi could accept Chen Sheng having other women.
But she would never tolerate someone easily bypassing her to snatch away the title that symbolized her status and affection.
Thankfully, Chen Sheng remembered their past affection.
