Chapter 288

Yunxi returned to Jibai Residence, had her things put away, and then went to the warm pavilion.

At that moment, Shen Rang was painting at his desk when he heard the commotion outside. Before he could put the painting away, Yun Xi had already pushed the door open and entered.

A strange, unnatural look flashed across Shen Rang's face: "You're back."

Yunxi took off her cloak and walked towards him: "Zirong, I met a very strange person today. He said he knew me, but I don't know him. He also said he would ask you when he got back. So who is he?"

After hearing all that back and forth between him and me, Shen Rang actually understood: "It's the Imperial Guard Commander, Li Ze."

Yunxi blinked.

Commander of the Imperial Guards?

It sounds like someone in a very high-ranking and powerful position.

"Then how does he know me?"

Shen Rang calmly rolled up the painting and said, "Do you still remember the Drunken Flower Pavilion?"

Yunxi nodded.

She can hardly forget it.

"That day, he was the one who came to pick you up."

Once Shen Rang explained it this way, Yunxi understood.

I was unconscious that day, no wonder I didn't recognize that person.

"So he was my savior," Yunxi sighed. "If I had known, I should have thanked him properly."

“I have already thanked you,” Shen Rang said, raising his hand to her. “Here.”

Yunxi smiled and walked towards him.

As I passed the table, I caught a glimpse of the corner of the painting.

It was a flowing, water-colored skirt.

Shen Rang painted a woman.

Yunxi sat on his lap and said casually, "Zirong is drawing?"

Shen Rang lowered his eyes, raised his hand to straighten the Xuan paper, covering the hem of his skirt: "Hmm."

Looking at Shen Rang's actions, Yunxi felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of sadness.

Noticing that Yunxi seemed a little off, Shen Rang asked, "Didn't you have enough fun during your trip?"

Yunxi smiled subconsciously: "No, I had a great time."

Shen Rang nodded slightly.

Yunxi's gaze fell on the large hand encircling her waist. She wanted to ask who he had drawn, but considering her own status, the words that were on the tip of her tongue turned out as, "Zirong, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while, is that alright?"

“Okay,” Shen Rang said, “I’ll go with you.”

"Um."

Yunxi got up first, but after taking two steps, she found that Shen Rang had not followed. She turned around and saw that Shen Rang was still arranging the painting.

She returned suddenly, and the ink on the painting might not have dried yet, so she naturally had to be careful when covering it up.

This thoughtfulness alone is enough to show how much Shen Rang cherishes the woman in the painting.

Yunxi tactfully left first, took off her outer robe and lay down on her side on the bed, but there was no trace of weariness in her eyes.

All the little moments they had spent together over the past few days flowed through his mind.

As she thought about it, Yunxi realized how ridiculous she was.

Even Shen Rang's legitimate wife couldn't win his heart, so how dare she, a mere concubine, be so bold?

Besides, I wasn't entirely sincere towards Shen Rang either.