Encouraged by her first success, Wei Lin Xia wanted to try on Xi Lin Xuan the next day, but knowing the propriety between men and women, she felt she could never treat him. However, Wei Feng Zhi was a possibility. She cornered him in the study, asking if he had any discomfort.
Wei Feng Zhi said seeing her gave him a headache, and when she offered acupuncture, he escaped through the window.
“Hmph, running so fast. He’ll eventually fall into my hands like a rabbit,” Wei Lin Xia muttered, tidying up Wei Feng Zhi’s recently read book. Looking up, she saw Xi Zhao Ting standing outside, arms crossed, making her slightly uneasy.
“Your Highness has arrived,” Wei Lin Xia said.
“Today is the twenty-fifth,” Xi Zhao Ting replied.
“Your Highness, about the Qilin…” she began.
“Qilin? What Qilin?” Xi Zhao Ting looked bewildered.
“The one Your Highness picked up during the Shang festival,” Wei Lin Xia explained.
“Oh, I picked one up, but it’s not Miss Wei’s; it’s an ugly woman’s,” Xi Zhao Ting said. He kindly picked up her qilin to return it, but unexpectedly got into a fight, resulting in torn clothes without gaining the upper hand. Returning to the palace, he was scolded by his father. He blamed all of this on Wei Lin Xia, wanting her to be on edge for a few days.
“Your Highness…”
“Brother Zhao Huan, Sister Chenbi, what are you talking about? Sister Chenbi, did Uncle Wei allow you to come to school?”
Cheerfully bouncing over, Li Weiheng asked with a full smile, “No, I’m just here to get a book, and I’m leaving now,” Wei Linxia said, picking up the book and walking away.
Xi Zhaoting was in a good mood, seeing Wei Linxia’s gloomy expression made him feel less angry.
“But Sister Chenbi seems to have taken a sword manual!” Li Weiheng said.
Wei Fengzhi ran back again, searching for the book. Xi Zhaoting kindly told him that Wei Linxia had taken it. Wei Fengzhi held his head, feeling a headache, not wanting to contribute to Wei Linxia’s trouble.
