AMLFS Chapter 130

It was another beautiful spring day. Prince Zhao Fangye of the Ning district and Song Huaixi, dressed as ordinary people, were riding horses on the outskirts of the capital. "Zhao Fangye, look, there are swallows." They were riding the same horse. Song Huaixi pointed at the black shadows flitting across the sky. The swallows flew low, and behind them stood the Rui Ling Temple nestled among the peach blossoms on the hillside. The usually quiet and ancient temple had become lively with the arrival…