Inside the Jade Tower.
A man and a woman sat facing each other, the delicate fragrance of Spirit Tea drifting between them.
Chen Yu Yan was dressed in her usual simple purple dress. Her tall figure was graceful and elegant, and with her almond eyes and rosy cheeks, she possessed a gentle air, like a lone orchid in a secluded valley.
Her features were exquisite, her brows faintly drawn, her skin fair and tender. She was a true rarity, a beauty in no way inferior to Fang Cheng's many wives and concubines.
Come to think of it, they had known each other for over a decade.
She, Wen Qianqian, and Wang Xingzhi had all witnessed Fang Cheng's meteoric rise firsthand.
Now, a vast gulf separated them in status. If Fang Cheng hadn't been so sentimental about their old friendship, she wouldn't even have the right to sit and chat with him like this.
