บท 144: 134, Awakened

Dawn was barely breaking when Shen Yanqing woke up, while Sangmo was still asleep beside her.

In her dreams, she was still frowning, as if someone had angered her.

Shen Yanqing watched her and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to smooth her furrowed brows.

Remembering her ruthless handling of Chishui Huang the previous night and how she did it with ease, Shen Yanqing couldn't help but think of the scene in his past life where he was stabbed to death by her.

This heartless little brat must have only her God of Agriculture Master in her heart.

He let out an almost imperceptible sigh, gently withdrew his hand, and dressed to leave Sangmo's room.

Mornings in Lingzhou were very quiet, and Shen Yanqing didn't meet anyone on his way back to Qingliang Courtyard.

Only after his morning cultivation did a servant knock on the door.

Shen Yanqing had breakfast in the company of Old Su.