"The master's intention is not something that servants like us can guess at will."

Thinking about the Dongzhu, gold, silver and jewelry from the past few days, Mrs. Hao hesitated for a second and then spoke.

"With all the flowers blooming in spring, perhaps going out for a walk and enjoying the scenery would be a rare pastime, don't you think?"

Zheng Peizhi withdrew his hand, and stared at Mrs. Hao with his deep eyes, as if she was pointing at something.

I don't know what he was thinking about, but after thinking for two seconds, his expression suddenly became relaxed, as if he had found a solution to the problem.

He looked at the flowers in his hand, thanked Mrs. Hao very solemnly, and then turned around and left excitedly.

Mrs. Hao watched the tall man's back as he left, muttering a few words to herself.

The voice was too low and no one could hear what was said.

Here, Mrs. Hao went back to report. Yu'er leaned on the chair, supporting his chin with his hands, staring blankly at the sky revealed through the open window.

Hearing the noise, she didn't turn around, but just asked quietly.

"Sent away!"

As she entered the room, Mrs. Hao, who was still barely breathing, seemed to have sensed something and spoke with a smile.

"Sent away."

Yu'er: "Then~did he leave any message?"

Mrs. Hao: “…”

If you care so much about me, why don’t you let me in?

No matter what Mrs. Hao was thinking, she responded politely on the surface.

"He didn't say much, he just left peacefully."

Yu'er tugged at the handkerchief in her hand, which was in the style of Butterfly Love Flower. She pulled it with so much force that threads were hooked on her fingertips.

After a long silence, Mrs. Hao seemed to hear a faint response in her ear.

She listened carefully, but the sound was too soft. Perhaps it was just her imagination and she could never find it again.