While Second Prince Qian Ye fled northward through the morning mist on a blood-lathered warhorse, Saturday morning inside Willow-Breeze Courtyard on South Canal Street was as warm, peaceful, and fragrant as a spring garden.
Inside the sunny main bedroom, after staying up past one in the morning to talk to their mother across the stars. Freeze thirty royal assassins on the roof, ten-year-old Gu Ye Xiao, nine-year-old Gu Nian. Seven-year-old Su Nuannuan were still sleeping soundly side by side under a fluffy goose-down quilt embroidered with golden sunflowers.
Right in the middle of the pillow between the three children’s heads rested the [Lv.2 Awakened Frost-Phoenix Hearth-Link Hairpin].
Even in its thirty-day recharge slumber, the white-jade phoenix radiated a gentle, rhythmic pulse of warm blue-and-gold starlight that smelled faintly of Luo Qingxue’s snow-plum scarf. Seven-year-old Su Nuannuan had one tiny hand resting lightly near the hairpin’s tail feathers as she murmured happily in her sleep (“Pretty Mom... eat more pork ribs...”), nine-year-old Gu Nian was hugging his red velvet album of one hundred Little Red Flowers to his chest with a big dimpled smile.
Ten-year-old Ye Xiao slept with his spine perfectly straight and his brow completely uncreased [All Three Kids’ Happiness: 100/100].
