The furnishings inside the room were even simpler than her small courtyard.
A desk, a chair, a long sword hanging on the wall, and nothing else.
Xu Changfeng sat behind the desk, engrossed in a scroll, not even lifting his head.
Jiang Yuechu followed protocol, clasping her fists and bowing.
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