"During dinner tonight, Jia Feng, the second son of the city lord, has implied that he wants to challenge you. Prepare yourself and respond to the battle the day after tomorrow," said Princess Jinrou.
"Okay." Chu Mu nodded.
Princess Jinrou didn't speak anymore; her always somewhat melancholy eyes gazed at the solitary and proud white autumn plum blooming by the pond, entering a contemplative state again.
Chu Mu resumed his original leaning posture. He couldn't leave until the princess left, so he could only stay there, daydreaming with her...
...
After an unknown amount of time, a guard's cold voice came from not far away in the courtyard.
"The second son of the City Lord, Jia Feng, asks for an audience."
The princess's thoughts were interrupted, she lazily nodded her head, not even looking at Jia Feng.
Chu Mu glanced over and saw a youth with a flowing hairstyle and bright clothes standing there, gazing at this place, seemingly eager to meet the princess.