Chapter 91: Trespass?

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale, ethereal glow over the emerald valley. Inside the grand master pavilion of the estate, the soft light of embedded luminous pearls kept the darkness at bay, painting the vast bedroom in a warm, tranquil luminescence. Outside, the rush of the waterfall provided a gentle sound that harmonized perfectly with the whispering pines.

Bai Qingyue lay on the bed, her hair spilled across the pillows. Her eyes were heavy, fluttering as she fought the inevitable pull of sleep, her gaze fixed entirely on the doors of the pavilion, waiting for her husband to come in.

The door then slid open, as Lin Yuan stepped into the room, his black-and-white Daoist robes exchanged for a loose, comfortable dark tunic. In his hands, he carried a wooden tray. Resting upon it was a bowl, radiating a sweet, savory aroma that instantly filled the room.