“There might be such a foolish young lady in the world… never mind, since she’s here,” Xi Linxuan said, moving his hand slightly aside. Wei Linxia curved her body forward, pressing her face against his hand.
“Just like a little dog smelling meat, how amusing,” Xi Linxuan thought, enjoying watching Wei Linxia move an entire pillow’s distance.
The author’s note: The airport is so far away… so tired… I’ll reply to bonus points tomorrow, hehe.
Wei Linxia’s arrival did not delay the journey, but presented a small issue: she was not on the original passenger list, and all her clothes were left behind. When she caught up, she only carried a needle bag. By the next morning, she realized she couldn’t wear the same clothes all the way to the frontier, or she’d either be laughed at or smell terrible.
“I’ll borrow a palace maid’s clothes for now and have Feng Shou buy me two more at the next city. It’s no trouble,” she said. Wei Linxia wasn’t picky about clothing, as long as she wasn’t barely clothed or starving.
The carriage traveled north. Wei Linxia, having been rained on and traveling late, felt cold and kept shivering. Xi Linxuan beckoned her.
“No need, this concubine is fine. No massage is necessary,” she replied, wary of those who claimed to help but bullied her instead.
“Say it again, come here,” he insisted.
Wei Linxia moved over, curious about his intentions. Suddenly, his dark cloak spread out, enveloping her and instantly darkening her vision. Just as she was about to struggle, an arm wrapped around her, encircling her in a warm embrace. The clothes wrapped in the cloak had been heated for a while, providing comfort.
“Wei Linxia, what excuse did you use for the Emperor to agree to let you come?” Xi Linxuan asked, having asked Feng Shou yesterday but not being allowed into the palace, naturally not knowing.
