In the July night, sword and long spear struck a spark in midair. The two people holding the weapons spun as they dropped to the ground, landing on one knee, panting as they looked at each other.
"A draw." Ah Jiu tossed away his longsword and plopped straight down on the ground, completely disregarding his image.
Wufu simply sprawled flat on her back, huffing out her breath. So tired.
Watching this, Liang Bang rubbed his eyes. This was the Prince and the Princess Consort? Where did these roughnecks come from!
"Crown Prince, this way please." Yuan Ye and the others tactfully cleared the field, and went to prepare hot water, clothes, and food. In a while their two masters would need to take their meal.
Ah Jiu lay down beside Wufu and, like her, tilted his head back to look at the sky.
The pitch-black sky, at some point, had been filled with stars, twinkling and flickering like resplendent jewels.
