Looking at the sky, several clusters of pure white flowers caught Xi Linxuan’s eye, reminding him of Wei Lin’s round face with her willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, and cherry mouth. Individually, her features weren’t particularly outstanding, but together, they were quite pleasant. She was a bit plumper than other girls, and he thought she was far from delicate.
“No wonder she’s so heavy,” Xi Linxuan murmured, enjoying the warm sunlight.
A rustling sound approached, but he was too lazy to turn his head. Only when it was close did he hear, “Your Highness!”
Xi Linxuan opened his eyes to see Wei Lin carefully placing the flowers on the ground, removing leaves from his wheelchair, and wiping the seat with a handkerchief. Her face was flushed, and he could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as she assisted him.
“I’ll do it myself,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied, helping him stand, pushing the wheelchair behind him, and watching as he sat down. She then picked up the flowers and said, “Your Highness, it’s about time to return and practice.”
“Mm,” Xi Linxuan responded, slowly turning his wheelchair and catching a glimpse of Wei Lin walking beside him, seemingly glancing at him. Did she have a question?
“Did Your Highness hurt yourself?” she asked.
“No,” he answered.
“Why didn’t Your Highness bring any eunuchs today?”
“Wei Lin asked cautiously, glancing at his leg, wondering if he had come using a slope and tree branch like last time.
“Didn’t want them to bother me,” Xi Linxuan answered evasively.
Why did he suddenly come to pick flowers? Wei Lin thought. Couldn’t he just put them in a vase? This girl asked a lot of questions.
“Your Highness, today’s matter… just…”
“Today? What matter?” Xi Linxuan suddenly fixed his gaze on her.
“Nothing, nothing,” Wei Lin said. People in the palace were skilled at reading between the lines. They would never speak of things they shouldn’t hear, see, or say. But her heart raced, feeling embarrassed.
