Unlike the barracks, which were perpetually filled with the stench of sweat and a murderous aura, this place was serene and elegant. In one corner of the courtyard, several stalks of green bamboo were thriving, with droplets of water from last night's rain still clinging to the tips of the leaves.

Having not seen this familiar courtyard for over ten days, Jiang Yuechu felt a bit dazed as she looked around.

The guards at the gate, upon seeing her, respectfully saluted and went inside to announce her arrival.

Before long, Wei Qing came out quickly, lifting the hem of her skirt as she walked.