Chapter 102 (2/2)

Nan Xun wasn’t afraid that so many people had died there. She had even encountered a fierce ghost, why would she be afraid of those little ghosts? She just had some doubts such as, was the water from the well even safe to drink?

When little eight discovered her concerns, he immediately gave her a water purification pill and she dropped it into the well, so the water was purified, and her mood was better.

The water problem was solved and so was the food problem. Now, all that remained was entertainment.

Nan Xun had no hobbies. It was enough to sword dance and practice shadowboxing. She placed a soft cushion on a board under the big locust tree and made a swing.

Next to the swing was a rocking chair, a small table with some nuts and fruits and a pot of steaming tea.

Nan Xun lazily fell on the rocking chair and swayed, then sighed contentedly as she basked in the warm sunshine. It was so comfortable that she could have fallen asleep.

Little eight was furious. “Did you forget why you are here? Come on, actually enjoying yourself in the cold palace!”

Living in the cold palace like it was a five-star hotel, Nan Xun was the only one in the world who would do this.

Nan Xun yawned and comforted him, “Aren’t I trying to lure the tyrant here? He thinks I’m miserable, but now I’m living so freely against his wishes. Look, he will make a move soon.”

Little eight was appeased by her for the time being, but deep down, he still felt that Nan Xun was making up excuses for her laziness, which was quite convincing.

They waited like this for three months, the vegetables in the garden had ripened, and red and purple flowers bloomed beautifully. The swing under the locust tree was covered with scattered locust petals full of fragrance.

Nan Xun sword danced in the yard.

She had previously known some simple sword techniques. In addition, Qin Buyao was a general’s daughter and gained much knowledge from Qin laoye and proficiently performed a sword dance.

Nan Xun wore a simple white palace dress with her hair tied up in a high bun and when loosened, her hair trailed to her waist.

The woman in white performed a light and elegant sword dance. She truly looked like a dragon flying fast and roaming gracefully.

The beautiful sword coupled with the beautiful blooming flowers with the fragrant locust flowers provoked a stunning image of the beauty in white amidst the petals and fragrance.

Cuihuan stood beside her and looked at her. She held a teapot in her hand, ready to serve tea at any time.

At last, watching the beauty put away her beautiful sword and walking towards her, Cuihuan hurriedly rushed to wipe her sweat and pour her tea.

“Niang niang, this is newly brewed floral tea made by this slave yesterday. Please taste it.” Cuihuan urged impatiently.

Nan Xun touched her head with a smile, took the tea and drained it in one gulp. She clicked her tongue twice, “The floral tea made by my family’s Cuihuan is different. It’s very delicious.”

Cuihuan’s face was flushed from her praises. “One of these days, this slave is going to exchange jasmine tea for niang niang. This slave made several types of scented tea for niang niang to try in the future.”

Nan Xun smiled and said, “good”, then lazily laid on the rocking chair.

Cuihuan quickly and diligently held up a book and presented it to her, “Niang niang, this slave obtained this book yesterday. It should at least take niang niang seven or eight days to read it.”

“My family’s Cuihuan is so considerate, thank you baby Cuihuan.” Nan Xun beamed as she hooked the little girl’s chin.

Cuihuan shyly patted Nan Xun’s paw and replied coyly, “Niang niang, thank you for your words. Ah, truly this slave ought to do these things.”

Little eight: …

Come on ah, fangirl.