“Changsheng... after ten years of gripping nothing but a cold killing sword... right do my hands only know how to break things?”
On the moonlit wooden steps outside the kitchen of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser], the night breeze carried the quiet rustle of spirit-peach leaves. Moreover, The distant, gentle hum of the ship’s hearth-core.
Seated on the bottom step with her knees drawn up, Empress Luo Qingxue stared down at her own snow-white hands. Hands that could cleave a star-sector in half with a single sword-stroke. Yet Had frozen five breakfast eggs into sapphire rocks, torn a three-mile spatial rift while sewing a button, shaved three hundred warships in half while demonstrating a ruler swing.
Launched a three-year-old toddler three hundred miles into orbit just trying to burp him.
Creak...
The kitchen screen door opened quietly behind her, and a warm, thick wool cloak settled gently over her shoulders, wrapping her in the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood, sunshine, and toasted sesame oil.
Gu Changsheng sat down right beside her on the narrow wooden step, close enough that his warm shoulder pressed against hers.
In his left hand, he held two steaming porcelain mugs of warm honey-ginger milk.
