Chapter 1152 If you are fond of me, then breathe 6
The courtyard, paved with bluestone bricks, is planted with eight peach trees, their blossoms in full bloom, filling the air with their unique fragrance.
The first thing you see when you pass by the peach trees is sparrows hopping and skipping among the branches, carrying red fruit in their beaks.
The sparrows weren't afraid of strangers. When they saw the girl, they fluttered their wings and flew over, circling above her.
Song Jinhuan stopped in her tracks and, as if possessed, reached out her hand.
The sparrow swooped down, hooked its little claws around her index finger, and a tiny red fruit landed on her fair palm.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but laugh. Watching the sparrow fly away, he smiled broadly and said, "Steward, it's rare to see such friendly sparrows in the manor."
The steward also found it unusual and said with a smile, "The servants in the manor know of the Empress Dowager's care for you, sir, and have come to greet you."
Song Jinhuan was even more surprised, never expecting that Que'er would be so intelligent.
The Xuan Mansion occupies a large area. Song Jinhuan followed the steward through the winding paths for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before climbing the steps, crossing the nanmu threshold, and finally arriving at the main hall.
The man, dressed in a dark brown casual suit, sat upright in the main hall, holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand. Hearing the noise, he casually raised his eyes.
Song Jinhuan lowered her head and curtsied, saying, "This humble woman greets Elder Xuan and wishes Elder Xuan good health."
Xuanhe nodded slightly, and the butler quietly withdrew from the hall.
Then, the man walked over at some point, and his gentle voice came slowly from above, "Miss Lin, there's no need for such formalities."
Song Jinhuan then straightened up.
Xuanhe glanced at the box and asked in a calm voice, "Did Miss Lin copy it herself?"
Song Jinhuan: "No."
"Then I'll trouble Miss Lin to stay and make a copy herself before you leave." The man spoke sincerely, his eyes smiling as he stared at the top of her head.
Song Jinhuan frowned slightly. By the time he finished copying, it would be dark. Let alone go shopping, he would probably miss dinner when he returned to the palace.
"The Empress Dowager only sent me to deliver the scriptures."
A smile appeared on Xuanhe's lips as he said gently, "Since the Empress Dowager asked Miss Lin to deliver the scriptures, why not bring the ones Miss Lin copied herself?"
"Could it be that you look down on me? Or perhaps you don't genuinely wish me a speedy recovery? Or perhaps... you've been sent here to check if I'm dead or not?"
The man's voice was soft and gentle, even carrying a hint of a smile, but as he made his guesses, the meaning behind his words was not as kind as his tone suggested.
They don't shy away from the word "death."
Song Jinhuan couldn't understand how the scriptures she copied by hand could be related to whether the Empress Dowager's concern was genuine.
Xuanhe and the Lin family are enemies.
She understood!
That's just them nitpicking and finding fault!
"You flatter me, Elder Xuan. I will simply copy it." If she didn't copy it, who knew what awaited her in the palace once the Empress Dowager's hypocritical reputation spread.
"In that case, please come with me to the study." Xuanhe turned halfway to the side, about to take a step, but suddenly stopped and took the wooden box.
Everything in the palace was made of high-quality materials.
This box alone weighs more than two pounds.
The girl's hand suddenly felt lighter, and before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, the red fruit that had been pressed against her palm was freed and rolled to the side of her black cloth boots.
Xuanhe's gaze followed the movement downwards, and he said in a strange tone, "This thing looks very familiar."
Song Jinhuan's heart tightened, fearing he would make trouble, and she quickly explained, "On the way in just now, the sparrow brought it to my hand by itself."
We can't say she took things from the manor.
Xuanhe glanced at her indifferently, noticing her tense expression, and couldn't help but twitch his lips, saying in a very good mood, "Que'er does know how to judge people."
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