C390 Chapter 390

The moon hung bright in a sparse, star-strewn sky, its liquid light draping the earth below. Moonbeams washed over the North Duke and Chu Jiuge, veiling them both in a soft, hazy glow...

The fine horse carried them down the empty street, as if they were riding some ancient road—noble and mysterious, graceful and utterly captivating.

The sight of the two of them sharing a single horse