Chapter 143: The Deflowering

In the June of the Peacock River Valley, the night was like water, carrying a hint of coolness in the breeze.

Liu Ji still retained the habits of his later life, taking a cold bath in the river, wrapping himself in the shawl handed by a maid, and entering his tent.

This kind of tent was somewhat like a modern campsite, not particularly large, just enough to fit a cot inside, which was naturally laid over the muddy ground, separated by cloth and straw.

A figure was kneeling by the bed, long black hair cascading down her back, her head lowered as she busied herself with the simple bedding