The weather in early spring was still cold, and in the backyard pavilion of the nunnery, the late-blooming wintersweets were dotted with a hint of pink.

"Miss, there's news from the palace." Qingzhu poured the freshly brewed tea, and after the gurgling sound of water, a scent of bamboo leaf green lingered in the plain jade porcelain cup.

Ye Qiqi looked lazy, holding the porcelain cup with her delicate hands, rubbing it carefully, "Why, whose son is being betrothed by the old emperor?"

"Miss, you know everything?" Seeing that her master seemed to have known about it for a long time, Qingzhu couldn't help but pause a little.

"Know what?" Ye Qiqi looked up at Qingzhu, and seeing that she looked a little strange, she couldn't help but wonder, "What? Is there anything I can't say?"

"Miss..." Qingzhu's eyes were a little evasive, and she hesitated to confess, "The emperor has arranged a marriage for the sixth princess, and the marriage partner is... the son of the Yan family, Yan Ming."

Yan Ming? Hearing this familiar name, Ye Qiqi's mouth curled up, as if sneering and mocking herself.

Seeing Ye Qiqi like this, Qingzhu felt something was wrong, and then she heard Ye Qiqi say coldly, "Qingzhu, go and see how many things are left in my brocade box? This time, bury three more things."

"Miss..." Qingzhu hesitated. Qingzhu, who had been with Ye Qiqi since childhood, naturally knew the meaning of the things in the brocade box, but...

"What? Didn't you hear what I said?" Ye Qiqi didn't look happy, but Qingzhu lowered her head involuntarily and said, "Miss, there is nothing left to bury..."

"No more?" Ye Qiqi was stunned, as if she realized something, and a kind of sadness that could not be concealed suddenly appeared on her white and porcelain face.

"So it's all gone?" Ye Qiqi murmured in a low voice, and waved her hand after a long time, "Go down, I want to be alone."

Qingzhu heard it, and didn't ask any more questions. After tidying up the messy tea sets on the table, she left quietly.

A breeze blew by, and a touch of cold fragrance came to her nose. Ye Qiqi looked at the pink petals scattered in the dust in front of her, and her mind couldn't help but think of the scene of her childhood. After all,

the affection of childhood sweethearts could not withstand the power and fame of today. Since the decline of the Ye family, she, the second princess, has no value anymore.

Thinking of her mother's instructions before her death, Ye Qiqi couldn't help but sigh silently. After all, the Yan family had nothing to do with her. As for her and Yan Ming, there would be no entanglement from now on.

Ye Qiqi figured it out, and her mood calmed down a lot. Touching the slightly cold teacup, Ye Qiqi realized that it was getting late. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she heard a slight cough behind her.

Is there anyone? ! This was Ye Qiqi's first reaction. After hearing the sound, Ye Qiqi noticed the moon-white sleeves left out in the corner of the plum forest.

Ye Qiqi raised her eyebrows, and was very curious about this silent visitor. She opened her cherry lips and said in a slightly raised tone, "Since the guest is here, why should we hide anymore?"

Knowing that their whereabouts had been exposed, the person hiding in the corner no longer hid. The branches trembled, and the plum blossoms fell. A thin white figure appeared in front of Ye Qiqi.

The person who came was Yan Xun, the eldest son of the Yan family. He was wearing a plain white and low-key moon-colored long gown, and a thick fox quilt shawl was draped over his slightly thin shoulders.

"Ahem... Zi Yu didn't mean to disturb you. If I offended you just now, please forgive me." Yan Xun said as he slowly walked out from behind the plum tree. His attitude was gentle and polite, and his tone was even softer and more humble. He looked gentle and elegant, like a gentleman, and people couldn't help but lose their temper.

Ye Qiqi looked at the man she had just met last night. After a quick glance, her eyes retracted. It seemed that last night's efforts were not in vain. Although Yan Xun's face was still abnormally pale at the moment, he was no longer as decadent and sick as he was last night.

"Sir, you accidentally entered my Plum Courtyard. Although it was unintentional, why do you hide and keep silent?" Ye Qiqi said as she pulled the shawl ribbon hanging around her neck. After she felt that the cold wind could not blow in, she sat down on the cushioned stone bench again.

"Cough... cough..." Yan Xun was about to speak when he heard the words, but a turbid air surged up in his chest again. He couldn't help but coughed lightly. The abrupt cough sounded in the courtyard. When Yan Xun completely calmed down, an abnormal red color appeared on his thin and pale face.

Ye Qiqi, who saw all of Yan Xun's actions, frowned. Seeing the man's frail appearance, Ye Qiqi felt inexplicably irritated.

The weather in early spring was so cold, and this man was still wandering around in the plum garden without knowing what to do. He really didn't care about his life. She had wasted her efforts to save him last night, and now he was being abused like this. It really made people angry.

Although Ye Qiqi thought so in her heart, her body had already walked over involuntarily. When she walked in front of the man, regardless of Yan Xun's surprised eyes, she pulled off the man's hand covering his chest and took his pulse with skillful movements.

"This girl, you..." Yan Xun's voice was slightly hesitant. He had never had contact with the opposite sex before, so he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he was shocked to find that the woman's soft hand on his hand was soft and smooth, and a faint girl's fragrance was even more inexplicably familiar.

"Your body and hair are from your parents. Even if you don't take care of your body, you should think about the doctors who treat you." Ye Qiqi was angry and spoke bluntly.

Yan Xun was born in a famous family, and because of his long-term illness, everyone who took care of him was very careful. Now he was "blamed" by a young girl. Although the tone was quite impolite, it made Yan Xun feel warm in his heart.

"Miss, you are kind, thank you for reminding me." Yan Xun's tone was gentle, and there was a faint smile in his dark eyes. The man was handsome, and now this gentle and elegant sick man made Ye Qiqi embarrassed to continue.

Ye Qiqi took back her hand and pushed the heater in her hand to Yan Xun, "You take it, you look sick, and you are not as strong as a woman like me."

Before Yan Xun could speak, a warm heater appeared in his hand. Yan Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry about the girl's sharp tongue but kind heart, but a corner of his heart was filled with warmth that he had never felt before. After

Ye Qiqi left, Yan Xun put away the smile on his face and said lightly to the air, "Ying Er, check who else lives in this nunnery." As soon as he finished

speaking, there was a rustling in the branches behind him, and the plum garden was filled with the fragrance of plums. Yan Xun looked at the exquisitely crafted incense burner in his hand, and suddenly felt that the temperature of the incense burner was not as good as the tenderness of the young girl.