Later that evening, Xi Zhaoting visited his mother, finding Concubine Ren and Princess Yan there. The Queen mentioned that Lady Wei had been ill, suggesting that they have her stay in the palace to care for the princess properly. Xi Zhaoting realized he had not been mistaken; Wei Linxia had been home attending to Lady Wei’s medicine. However, Princess Yan replied, “No, the palace is too boring.”
Concubine Ren and the Queen exchanged glances before shifting their focus to Princess Yan.
Weilin Xia lightly coughed and said, “Does brother think Father can’t tell the difference between my writing and my brother’s? Hehe.” She had worked hard to imitate it, so how could Father see through her?
“Wei Chenbi, you heartless one! Wuwu, we are siblings, how can you treat your brother like this?” Wei Feng Zhi said, mimicking a crying tone.
The two people clinging to the tree exchanged a glance and shivered.
“Love deeply, criticize earnestly,” Weilin Xia remarked, looking at the sun. “Almost there, two quarters of an hour left, hehe.”
Tai Qing, who had been leaning casually, yawned and said, “It seems disliking Wei Feng Zhi isn’t just my reason. A person even his sister dislikes must be quite annoying, hahaha.”
Xi Zhao Ting, clinging to the tree, noticed the stack of books burned by the maid, carefully jumped down, straightened his clothes, and said, “Feng Zhi? I heard you were ill…” He walked to the door, lifting his robe sleeve and feigning surprise. “What’s going on?”
Weilin Xia hurriedly stood to bow, but Tai Qing remained seated, smiling. “Isn’t there still one on the tree? Why not come down together?” As soon as he finished speaking, the Princess of Yan had already landed in the courtyard.
Weilin Xia turned to Tai Qing, her eyes narrowed. Tai Qing pretended not to notice and said, “It’s too hot down the mountain, with so many boring people. I’ll go back up today; tell my Fifth Uncle.”
