Morning, General's Mansion.

Backyard.

Qiu Yelan pushed the window open with a cracking sound. A few peach blossoms were in bloom in the yard outside the window. They were red like a sunset glow. When the soft wind blew, falling petals went through the yard and entered the room with mist, and finally landed on people’s head softly.

She turned around and fawningly flicked away a petal on Ruan Qingyan’s shoulder who was healing his wounds in bed. And ...