The snow at dusk was deep and intense, like a thousand strands of emotion, surging like seawater that could drown everything.
The scenery in the snow was magnificent, with heaven and earth blending into one silver expanse, as if the world were decorated with silver.
Walking alone in the snow, she felt the biting cold wind. Pulling her clothes tighter, she looked at the endless, desolate snow.
Recalling yesterday’s events, she couldn’t help but feel heartache.
“Wangfei, don’t blame Xi’er for being nosy. I heard the servants say that Wangye brought back a very beautiful woman today,” Xi’er said, carrying hot water.
“Impossible, Xi’er. You must have heard wrong!” she replied, pulling her long hair. Dong Fang Che would never be unfaithful; he said he would only love her, and she believed him.
“Is the girl talking about Lord Mingqi? He and my young lady have been childhood sweethearts. My young lady is in such a hurry to return because she wants to marry Lord Mingqi!” A maid in a yellow dress, adorned with small flowers, said playfully.
“Stop talking nonsense!” Yiqing gently reprimanded her, standing up with a snowball in hand, her face slightly flushed. “Mother said she would prepare a wedding feast for us at an auspicious time. The girl will definitely come then, right?”
“Although she didn’t know who the woman in front of her was, she felt an inexplicable connection, as if she had a deep relationship with this girl.
“Has Miss Yiqing heard that Lord Mingqi has a wife?” Xier asked softly, puzzled by the master and servant’s demeanor.
“Che-gege has a wife? No, Che-gege said he would take care of me for life! Isn’t that right, Ban’er?” Yiqing leaned back, saved from falling by Ban’er’s quick reflexes.
“Right! Young lady, this is the lord’s promise to you!” Ban’er quickly placed a small pill in Yiqing’s mouth.
“Xier, don’t talk nonsense! Miss Yiqing, don’t listen to her, it’s just a joke! You look unwell; please go rest. We’ll leave now!” Her eyes concealed her hurt as she turned and sighed softly.
“Young lady, we…” Urgent footsteps approached, but before Xier could finish, Lan Ling’er pulled her behind a pine tree.
“Young lady, it’s the lord!” Xier whispered, spotting the cold and handsome lord.
