He cares so much about her and protects her so much, it is obvious that he loves her terribly.
Zhen Cha's originally unbalanced heart was finally comforted by Wen Shichu, and she happily left the palace and went home.
At this moment, Wen Shichu seemed to have finally escaped from a cloud of bad luck. He strode forward, fearing that the bad luck would come back to haunt him again.
However, after he had walked for a while, he saw a handkerchief floating down in front of him.
The handkerchief was made of high-quality material, embroidered with chrysanthemums, and had a faint fragrance. It was obviously a girl's handkerchief.
Wen Shichu looked around and saw a tall and thin figure in front of him.
It seems that this handkerchief was dropped by this girl.
But she herself seemed not to notice and continued to walk forward hurriedly.
So Wen Shichu called out to the other party: "Miss, your handkerchief."
However, the girl did not hear his call at all and got into a carriage with the help of her maid.
Wen Shichu had no choice but to pick up the handkerchief and chase after him.
"girl……"
But the carriage had already left.
In the carriage.
Chen Meizhuang took the hand warmer handed over by the maid, her face still sullen.
The maid Jin Cui comforted her in a soft voice.
“Miss, being rejected is not a bad thing. There are many people in the palace and there are many disputes.
I just heard the maids outside say that Concubine Ping, who came from a prominent family, died suddenly and her family was also implicated.
I feel that instead of living in fear in the palace, it would be better to find a husband of my dreams and live a peaceful and happy life together."
"What ideal husband..."
Chen Meizhuang blushed.
She subconsciously tried to cover her face with her handkerchief, but her hand found nothing.
The handkerchief she had tucked into her collar had disappeared.
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