Qiu Jun sat in the car, gazing at the passing flowers, a faint, mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Young Master Qiu, we've arrived," Wu Qing said, glancing sideways at Qiu Jun, who seemed lost in thought as he looked out the car window.
Qiu Jun hummed coldly, got out of the car, and walked in a certain direction toward the castle.
A woman in a red dress, her long black hair simply tied back with a band, a slight smile gracing her lips. She exuded nobility and elegance—the princess of this castle.
At the moment, she was standing in the flower garden, watering the flowers with a can.
Seeing Qiu Jun, she happily put down the watering can and waved, "Qiuqiu!"
The corners of Qiu Jun's lips curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. Every time he saw her, he felt he could shed his burdens and fatigue.