Xie Zhang lowered his head with a light laugh. Xie Jue gave him a cold glance, just about to speak, but the young Marquis flirted with fire and then ran away, disappearing in a moment. Xie Zhang smiled and shook his head, "Dugu Jing is in the Capital City, be careful."
"Alright!" Xie Jue responded. As he just returned to his own courtyard, a gentle breeze came at him. Xie Jue slightly tilted his head and caught the attacking green apricot with two fingers.
Xie Jue looked up to see Fang Chuning lazily lying on his rooftop, holding a wine jug in one hand, slightly tilting his head back, allowing some of the strong wine to spill on his slender neck. A longsword lay across the eaves with a full moon in the background.
Suave yet uninhibited, everyone said he was more suited than the young Marquis to be a carefree wanderer. Xie Jue mused, Fang Chuning's dandy persona was merely superficial; he was the eldest young master of a first-class noble family.
