(Martial Artist) Girl Talk

Wang Jingyuan and Qiuyun sat on opposite sides of a polished wooden table on the third floor of a bustling restaurant by a window. This was one of the more private seating areas. Patrons were able to dine in small, individual rooms away from any prying eyes and nosy passersby. The window provided a nice view of the busy street below and of the rooftops nearby. A small golden gleam could be seen in the distance. That was the awe-inspiring and extravagant imperial palace—a place where few had the privilege to visit. 

Seemingly a frequent visitor of this restaurant, Qiuyun skillfully ordered all the most delicious dishes the establishment had to offer. "Bring us two jars of your osmanthus wine as well," she told the waiter.

"Of course! Missus, please wait shortly." The waiter bowed and hurried out.

The food and wine arrived quickly. The tantalizing aromas wafted up and made Wang Jingyuan drool. Oh, she was such a sucker for food.