As its name suggests, Shanting is a glazed red pavilion built on a higher ground on Qishan Mountain. Looking down from the pavilion, one can see the lights in the hunting palace dimly like stars.
The mountain breeze was blowing and only the faint chirping of insects could be heard as Sawyer Su climbed up the stairs.
The scene in the pavilion appeared in his field of vision. He looked around but did not see any young lady from an official family waiting there. There was only a person bending over the stone table in the pavilion. The figure was one he was very familiar with.
Sawyer Su walked closer in confusion, "...Lord Chu?"
No answer.
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