Zhu Ning had been trying various reasons to see Yan Daoxin for a few days. Unfortunately, apart from visiting Father in the morning for a pulse diagnosis, he stayed inside Li Garden and rarely went outside, leaving her with no chance for an "accidental encounter."
Today, however, was a pleasant surprise. The Divine Doctor with an ethereal, picturesque appearance was practicing swordplay in the courtyard. His moves were neither fast nor slow, and as his robes and wide sleeves swayed, he looked as if he could ascend to the heavens. Zhu Ning wished her feet were glued to the ground outside the ornate window.
Technically speaking, it's not respectable to stand outside a guest's courtyard wall and spy. If her parents caught her, they would surely lecture her. But Zhu Ning wasn't worried because her father had likely run off to deal with his weapons by now.
And her mother would never stroll over to Li Garden.
There was no one else in the family who dared say anything to her face.
