The Consort of the R

After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,There's simply nothing like listening to someone play the piano while they also enthusiastically munch on melon seeds.,The two of them had met three years ago. Mu Jiu was only thirteen at the time, dressed in a dashing young master's attire during the Lantern Festival. He looked handsome and charming. Lan You went out to admire the lanterns and encountered such a cute young man. The heart of that old woman who had long been deadened by worldly affairs suddenly came alive. She couldn't help but tease him a little.。