C173 A General Can't be a General(13)

There was a faint white mist in the room, and a fresh, elegant smell. The white drapes were tied at random by a scarlet ribbon, and the brownish black furniture complemented each other.

This was Jiang Miange's living room.

One or two sharp voices could be heard from downstairs. After that, it was gone. Jiuniang must have told them to be quiet.

Shen Xisheng was resting on the bed