"I wonder how my only son will be doing..." Xiao Ziyun murmured, her tone unusually light.
Then, with a giggle that echoed off the marble walls, "I hope he can raise that mad little girl for me, she's the perfect successor for me," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Outside, the cherry blossoms rustled in the breeze, petals falling like whispers onto the palace tiles.
Xiao Ziyun paused, gazing out the window. "Ah, youth… such chaos, such fire. It reminds me of myself, once upon a time."
Her giggle echoed again, lilting and fond.
She clasped her hands behind her back and strolled leisurely, utterly ecstatic at the image forming in her mind. The chaos, the drama, how delightful.
Meanwhile, at the palace…
Shan Yifeng was bent over, hands on his knees, drenched in sweat.
"Liu Mei… can I take a break?" he panted, struggling to catch his breath.
"I have been running at this for hours…"
Liu mei blinked at him innocently. "Oh? I thought you'd only just begun."
