“Don’t speak!” Though she knew it was somewhat unethical to observe him, she felt compelled to uncover the truth. Dong Fang Che, would you tell me if I didn’t do this? Lan Ling’er thought.
Dressed in a blue brocade robe with a golden belt and black boots, he exuded a captivating royal aura. He tiptoed silently towards the inner courtyard, eyes wide.
Noticing the contemplative Yiqing, he furrowed his brow, said something to her, then embraced and carried her inside.
“Wangfei, the lord…” How outrageous! While the Wangfei doted on her, she understood her place as a servant. However, the lord’s act of keeping a concubine in the inner courtyard was too much. If she were the Wangfei, she would have slapped the concubine and left gracefully.
“Let’s go!” Without another word, she lifted her dress and walked away from the inner courtyard.
“Woof! Woof!” Brought back to her thoughts, she looked down at the puppy that had appeared, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
“Little puppy, are you like me? Homeless? That despicable Dong Fang Che, why did he lie to me?…”
The wild wind howled as trees swayed in the gale, with branches lashing through the air. The pine trees stood emerald against the white snow, emitting a sharp whistle that mocked winter.
“Miss Yi Qing, are you asleep?” Leaving the warm fur coat, he gently knocked on the door and softly spoke inside.
“Not yet! Who is it?”
Yi Qing draped a coat over her shoulders, her delicate black hair cascading elegantly. Her eyes resembled a clear pool of water. Opening the door, she was slightly surprised to see Xi’er standing outside. “Miss Xi’er, what brings you here?”
“My master, my mistress asked you to come over. This is a gift from her to you; please accept it! The mistress also wants to have breakfast with you tomorrow. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave!” Xi’er replied, shivering in the wild wind. After delivering the message, she prepared to return and rest.
“Please thank your mistress! Tell her I will definitely come for breakfast tomorrow!” Yi Qing responded, pulling her clothes together with her hands slightly at a loss.
