Under the cover of the City Defense Canopy, the sunlight was no longer piercing and dazzling.
In a small bamboo courtyard, two handsome young men sat across from each other, playing a game of chess. Black and white pieces densely filled the board.
Sizi Jing's expression carried a gentle sharpness, coupled with a touch of mocking humor:
"Little Qing, it looks like you've lost again."
Mu Qing silently raised his gaze, his tone tinged with helplessness:
"You're in Jingji but somehow still have time to delve into these trivial pursuits. You must be truly idle."
Sizi Jing's lips curved, his confidence almost overflowing:
"Oh? How did you know I often play against the Prime Minister?"
"..."
Mu Qing felt a wave of silent resignation in his heart, but outwardly rolled his eyes without any visible change:
"Bragging again, who even asked you?"
Sizi Jing shrugged, the amusement in his gaze unhidden:
