Beiyuan Palace, in a bamboo raft house by a small bridge and flowing stream.
The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of pages turning.
"Creak..."
The door opened quietly, and then someone gently, carefully approached the middle-aged man sitting at the desk.
She reached out her small hand and covered the man's eyes.
"Guess who I am?"
"Hmm... Little Yun'er, my Little Yun'er, haha, why, causing trouble again?"
Qi Yun turned around and looked at his childlike wife, feeling a sense of peace only when with her.
"Who's causing trouble, you're the one causing trouble, not playing with me!"
"You, already a grandmother now, should settle down a bit."
Qi Yun smiled and gently pinched her cheek.
Speaking of which, she's already in her forties, yet her skin is as smooth and tender as an eighteen-year-old girl, showing no signs of aging. Her heart hasn't seemed to grow up either.
But it's quite alright like that.
"Master!"
