“No, why do you ask?” Xi Linxuan replied, looking at Wei Linxia, who seemed about to become sentimental again.
“Your Highness seems absent-minded today, so I thought so,” Wei Linxia said.
“I’m thinking about someone,” Xi Linxuan said.
“Oh.” Wei Linxia nodded, intrigued. This aloof prince had never seemed to care about anyone before.
“Aren’t you going to ask who I’m thinking about?” Xi Linxuan inquired.
“It’s not appropriate for me to ask about Your Highness’s personal matters,” Wei Linxia replied, sighing inwardly, truly wanting to know.
“If you ask, I will tell you,” he said.
Wei Linxia shook her head. If only Wei Fengzhi were here, she could interrogate him. Xi Linxuan snorted, indeed a well-mannered young lady.
“Your Highness, let’s continue practicing,” Wei Linxia suggested. Xi Linxuan rolled his wheelchair to the wax figure and grabbed the needle. Unexpectedly, he accidentally pricked his own hand. Though there was no blood, the eunuchs and palace maids turned pale. Soon, water, salt, and gauze were brought. Wei Linxia secretly clicked her tongue – what a princely demeanor, just from a slight needle prick.
“Take it away,” Xi Linxuan said, somewhat displeased.
Wei Linxia sensed something was off with him, perhaps he was feeling low about someone. On her way back to her room, she intended to pick some flowers but was called away by a maidservant from Madam Wei’s room. It concerned the thirteenth prince’s birthday. She recalled that he went to the palace last year, so shouldn’t he do the same this year? Madam Wei mentioned that the prince didn’t want to go.
A banquet with music and opera – wasn’t it always lively?
When she finished her conversation, Wei Linxia remembered the flowers, but it was already dinnertime, so she gave up.
The next day, Wei Linxia passed by the area, considering climbing the slope to pick flowers. Turning the corner, she was surprised to see Xi Linxuan standing by the slope, supporting himself on the swaying branches.
In this mansion, one might expect to see even a gatekeeper, but Xi Linxuan? She looked at his legs. He appeared to be standing straight. If not for the wheelchair behind him, no one would guess his legs were problematic.
