Chapter 133 Between the Clouds (Twenty-Three) Do you think I care about you? ...
Zhi Rou didn't know how Wei Yuanzhan remembered it; in her memory, she had never promised to come to Qinyang with him.
But as he walked beside her, she felt a surge of joy: "Then you can lie to me too, I definitely won't doubt you."
Wei Yuanzhan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, intending to retort, but under the lamplight, her silhouette seemed to grow and become etched into his eyes, and he vaguely remembered that she wasn't this thin during the spring search.
His handsome eyebrows furrowed again, and he looked quite helpless. He then asked, "Have you seen Su Du?"
"I only arrived in the city today and haven't had a chance to look for him yet." Zhi Rou made a slight gesture with her thumb, the unconscious movement full of tenderness. She looked up and asked, "What about you?"
Wei Yuanzhan felt a tingling sensation and glanced at their clasped sleeves: "What?"
"When did you arrive in Qinyang? Are you alone? Changhuai and Lanye..."
Before she could finish speaking, the force in her palm pulled her forward, and she saw Wei Yuanzhan nod his chin in that direction, and Chang Huai and the other person were standing on opposite sides of the arched bridge.
“We entered the city the day before yesterday and searched almost everywhere from south to north, but we couldn’t find you.”
She tried to break free from Wei Yuanzhan's grasp, but he wouldn't let go and pulled her even closer.
Once they were off the arched bridge, Changhuai and Lanye's shadows were already in front of them. Zhirou stepped on Wei Yuanzhan's foot, and he obediently let go of her, laughing silently to the side.
“Fourth Miss,” Lan Ye spoke first. Zhi Rou smiled gently, her demeanor remaining composed.
White locust blossoms were blown to the ground, thousands of lanterns were hung high, and the peddler's cries surged from the bridge to this side. Crowds of people thronged the city, their clothes brushing against each other.
Her slender back stood beside him, her posture extremely steady, as if the wind couldn't move her. Wei Yuanzhan chuckled softly, his voice low: "Zhirou."
She turned to him and heard him ask, "Would you like to go somewhere else?"
A silver hook emerges from the eaves, the night breeze is clear and bright.
On the rooftop, the two sat side by side, the deep night behind them and the dim lights of Qinyang below. Changhuai and Lanye had both walked away, leaving only the slight rustling of the treetops and the chirping of insects.
Zhi Rou looked around, then cupped one cheek in her hands: "Are you and Chang Huai staying here?" Her gaze followed Wei Yuanzhan intently.
"Hmm," he responded, a smug smile playing on his lips as he noticed her enthusiasm was greater than usual.
Half a month is still too long. When you're on your way, you don't notice him. But now that you're in contact with him, you can't help but feel a kind of greedy longing that makes you reluctant to look away.
After looking at him for a while, Zhi Rou tentatively asked, "Is your injury... serious?" with great concern.
"It'll be fine in a few days, no big deal." He changed the subject. "Since you haven't seen Su Du, I suppose you haven't visited Lord Ling at the Ling residence either?"
Not yet.
A few fallen locust blossoms were stuck in her clothes, and Zhi Rou reached out to brush them off.
"I heard today that Young Master Ling's wedding is approaching, and a banquet will be held at his residence the day after tomorrow. If I cannot send my letter of request for an audience, I will find a way to slip by and pay my respects at the banquet, which will be packed with guests. In any case, it's not so urgent in the next couple of days."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuanzhan scoffed, "Visiting without an invitation, aren't you afraid the Ling family will arrest you?"
“Let’s capture him then.” Zhi Rou blinked, looking fearless. “If we can lure Su Du out, or even see Lord Ling, then it will be worth capturing him.”
These words sounded somewhat childish. Wei Yuanzhan studied her for a moment and, seeing that her expression didn't seem entirely joking, corrected his tone and reminded her.
"Those sitting behind the beaded curtain are not necessarily all gentlemen; this Ling mansion may also be a den of dragons and tigers. It is best to be cautious."
Zhi Rou remained silent for a moment: "You're right. I've been so tired these past few days."
She shifted down a few feet, lying lazily with one hand behind her head. A sky full of twinkling stars hung in the air, like someone's eyes. She turned her face slightly, looking up at him.
Wei Yuanzhan, who was injured on his back, did not travel with her. Hearing her words, he lowered his eyes and asked, "Has your journey been relatively peaceful? Have you encountered any bandits?"
"I met an older brother."
Wei Yuanzhan's expression remained unchanged, and after a long while, he asked, "How is my cousin?"
"I'm in good health as usual." Her voice was slow, as if she were recalling something.
Wei Yuanzhan remained silent.
There was a moment of silence, then Zhi Rou's soft voice rang out: "The way he plays with the whip is a bit like you."
Compared to the Song siblings, Wei Yuanzhan rarely cared about others comparing them to his cousins. However, when facing Zhirou, a hint of disdain appeared on his face: "You called him again?"
Without giving her a chance to answer, he scoffed slightly, "I've never seen you mistake me for someone else or call me brother."
Zhi Rou smiled and said, "You are you, no matter how I look at you, it's still you."
After saying that, a thought flashed through his mind, and he stared intently at Wei Yuanzhan.
"As for 'elder brother'... if you like to hear it, I can call you that too."
She would occasionally utter something that would confuse people, and Wei Yuanzhan would subconsciously lower his eyes.
The girl's face was bathed in soft light, and her amber eyes were fixed on him, her long eyelashes fluttering. His chest tightened, and he abruptly covered her with his palm, blocking her view.
Who wants to listen?
Suddenly, everything went black. His palms were slightly warm and had a faint scent of medicinal herbs.
Zhi Rou chuckled, her shoulders shaking, and pried his hand off. She then sat up and moved closer to him, saying, "You really don't want to hear it?"
Wei Yuanzhan frowned slightly, then pursed his lips: "Not interested."
"Ugh, this is so boring."
Zhi Rou, feeling listless, went down from the eaves.
In the courtyard, seeing that Wei Yuanzhan hadn't moved, a defiant smile appeared on her lips as she looked up at him and called out, "Why aren't you coming down? Do I have to invite you?"
"Yuanzhan."
...
The next morning, Zhi Rou was in a good mood. After having breakfast with Chu Lan and the others, she wrote a visiting card, took the letter with her, and prepared to go out to find Wei Yuanzhan.
Before she even reached the front yard, Pei Cheng rushed over, her face still showing surprise: "Fourth Miss, Prince Wei... Prince Wei is here. He's waiting for you up ahead..."
Zhi Rou smiled and quickened her pace.
The fourth young lady went out without needing their attendants. After closing the door, Chu Lan and the others found Pei Cheng in a corner and asked curiously.
"Why is Prince Wei in Qinyang too? Could he and our young lady be... secretly engaged?"
In the past, Pei Cheng always accompanied the Fourth Miss in the capital. The other guards were not very familiar with the young master, so they would ask him about everything.
"Since the master has entrusted us with escorting the young lady, he must be aware of the situation, so it cannot be considered a private arrangement. However, does the Fourth Young Lady actually have feelings for Prince Wei...?"
"Are you all crazy! Talking about our young lady behind her back? If the master hears you, you'll be in big trouble!" After saying that, he shook his sleeves, which silenced Chu Lan and his group, who then dispersed sheepishly.
Before noon, there were still few pedestrians on the streets.
Zhi Rou wore suede gloves while riding, so her palms weren't chafed. But when she held Wei Yuanzhan's hand last night, she could tell he must have been accompanied by the stars and moon and hadn't had time to be careful, otherwise he wouldn't have arrived in Qinyang before her. Since she hadn't checked the extent of his injuries last night, she was worried and took him to the clinic this morning.
It was broad daylight, and the sunlight filled the room like a thin veil. Behind a partition wall, the rustling sound of fabric rose and fell slowly.
Before long, a rough, hoarse voice was heard: "Although the incision is deep, fortunately it did not damage any bones or tendons, and the stitches are quite proper. Young man, you are young and in good health. As long as you follow my instructions for recuperation, you will recover in less than a month."
A moment later, a doctor emerged. He was over fifty years old, with fine lines around his eyes as if carved by a knife, but his eyes beneath his brows were like glass beads.
Zhi Rou stepped closer and asked, "Where are his hands? Have you checked his hands too?"
The old doctor's gaze shifted upwards.
Today, Zhi Rou changed her clothes specially for the visit. The turquoise robe made her even more beautiful. Her eyes were like the vast river, a jade pendant hung at her waist, and her posture was upright and graceful.
He spotted this striking woman as soon as she entered, and upon closer inspection, she did resemble Ling Shi in some ways.
The old doctor couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, then turned back to look at the shadow behind the wall where she was wearing a coat, and replied with a smile, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
He asked again, "What is your surname, young lady? You speak with an official accent; are you from the capital?"
Unexpectedly being asked about these things, Zhi Rou paused for a moment before replying, "I lived in the capital for a while, and when in Rome, do as the Romans do; my accent is hard to change."
Seeing her overly quick-wittedness, the old doctor smiled and kindly advised, "It's not appropriate to wear green in Qinyang. Young lady, you should change your clothes."
As soon as the words were spoken, Zhi Rou's expression changed several times, recalling the many pairs of eyes that had been fixed on her last night... So that's how it was. To try and explain further would inevitably seem forced, so she moved her lips but remained silent.
Wei Yuanzhan straightened his clothes and came out. He thanked the doctor, left Changhuai to settle accounts with the clinic, called out to Zhirou, and then strode out.
"Even you have your moments of silence," he said, looking at her with a low chuckle.
Zhi Rou considered herself somewhat familiar with the customs of Qinyang, but she never imagined that there were taboos regarding the colors of clothing. Out of curiosity, and fearing that asking others might be presumptuous, she decided to return to her residence first and change out of her blue dress.
She strode toward the carriage, turning her head slightly to the side: "Do you want to go back and rest? I can go to the Ling residence by myself."
"Do you think I'm that delicate?"
If Zhi Rou hadn't deceived him, he wouldn't have set foot in the clinic in the first place. Now that he'd chased her all the way to Qinyang, how could he bear to waste the time he spent with her?
Zhi Rou gave a soft humph: "You never take injuries seriously. Once, because of an external injury, you suddenly developed a fever, which scared Master quite a bit. He stayed up all night watching over you."
“That was so long ago…” Wei Yuanzhan continued, “Wasn’t it you who was terrified?”
He smiled slightly, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
Zhi Rou pretended to be confused, walked to the side of the carriage that was carrying people on the back, and pulled his finger: "Get on."
Upon returning home, Chu Lan saw Zhi Rou and exclaimed as if she had seen a Bodhisattva: "Fourth Miss, you're finally back!"
Without looking at the Prince Wei following behind, she grabbed Zhi Rou's arm and lowered her voice, "Someone came by earlier, looking fierce and menacing. I don't know who it was, but they left a note for you."
He then forwarded the post to Zhirou.
She pulled it aside and looked at it. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She asked herself, "Is this Su Du?" She had only entered the city yesterday, and someone had already found her lodgings today. His informant had actually managed to infiltrate Qinyang.
Zhi Rou told Wei Yuanzhan to sit down first: "I'm going to change my clothes, wait for me."
Pei Cheng had already come up and invited Prince Wei to move. Wei Yuanzhan looked at Zhi Rou, and only after her figure disappeared behind the cave entrance did he follow her to the hall.
Over here, Chu Lan was still speaking: "Fourth Miss, what exactly are we trying to achieve by coming to Qinyang? You're out all day and you don't want us to come with you. If anything happens to you, we don't need to go back to the capital; we can just stay here for a long time."
They were raised by Song Congzhao in the manor, most of them having lost their parents at a young age and having long been cared for by the Song family, following Song's every command. It was rare for them to be sent down to protect the Fourth Miss; if they couldn't even handle this properly, how could they have the face to go back?
“I…” Zhi Rou hesitated for a moment, then compromised, “I am indeed looking for someone. But he got here before me and has already come looking for me.”
"Is he the owner of that invitation?" Chu Lan stopped in her tracks. "Now that he has found his way here, is the young lady in danger?"
Zhi Rou didn't want to say more, but she repeated the same words: "He wouldn't hurt me."
A ray of sunlight fell upon the mortal world, reflecting off the Fourth Sister's face and making it appear as if it were made of gold.
Chu Lan curled her lip: "Does Fourth Miss not trust a lowly person like me?"
Zhi Rou glanced at him and stopped walking.
He stared at her for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "Sister Chu Lan, as long as the sky doesn't fall, I'll be fine, and we can all return to the capital on schedule. Please, don't ask me anymore."
"Didn't you want to learn my swordsmanship? I'll teach you when I get back." Seeing that it wasn't working, Zhi Rou added.
Sure enough, Chu Lan's eyes shone brightly, like snow reflecting in the water: "Fourth Miss, is what you say true?"
Zhi Rou said, "I will never break my promise."
After changing into a moon-white dress, Chu Lan had already been sent away. She happily jumped into the kitchen, waiting for the Fourth Miss to return home after her business was finished so she could taste the food she had personally cooked as a reward.
When Zhi Rou walked into the hall, it was quiet all around, and there was no one else except Wei Yuanzhan.
Perhaps he had been waiting for a long time, for he rested his cheek on his hand, his eyelashes lowered, and he looked very languid, with a half-empty cup of tea beside him.
Zhi Rou just stared, still somewhat incredulous that he had actually traveled so far for her, just like when she left the capital with Huai Xian, he rode his horse to see her off, following her all the way to Yun Chuan.
How can some people not change?
She stepped forward, and Wei Yuanzhan, hearing the noise, withdrew his hand. Seeing her, he stood up to greet her: "Here you are heading to the Ling residence? Are you hungry? Why don't you come with me to get something to eat first?"
Zhi Rou shook her head, then glanced at him again: "Do you want to eat?"
Wei Yuanzhan smiled and said, "I will naturally follow your lead."
Zhi Rou pondered for a moment and said, "Someone just handed me an invitation to meet at the Millet Pavilion. Although it wasn't signed, I guess it's from Su Du. I probably won't go to the Ling residence today. Why don't you stay here, or go back first? I'll come find you after I've seen him."
Wei Yuanzhan raised an eyebrow as he listened, his dark eyes fixed on her: "Who said yesterday they didn't want me to leave? They've been chasing me all day. So, Fourth Miss, you were just putting on an act?"
Still not satisfied with his mockery, he cupped her face in his hands, kneading and pinching it, scrutinizing her closely before finally settling his gaze on her ever-changing lips.
Her cheeks burned from his rubbing, yet he didn't let go, his gaze like a hunting net, unknowingly trapping her entire body. Zhi Rou felt somewhat uneasy.
She lowered her eyes and muttered, "I just don't like that you get tired because of me. You and Su don't get along either."
Wei Yuanzhan smiled and said, "I'm willing."
He stroked her neck again, and she looked up.
"Do you have anything else to say?" he continued.
This distance is so agonizing, my heart is pounding.
Zhi Rou couldn't resist his gaze, so she reached up to his wrist, stood on tiptoe, and pecked him a few times on the lips. Before he could take advantage of her, she pushed him away and ran away.
The warm, soft touch still seemed to linger in his arms. Wei Yuanzhan turned his gaze somewhat slowly. The blazing sunlight illuminated her back. He smiled slightly, then straightened his clothes and followed her.
The millet tower was located on the busiest street in the west of the city. After getting off the carriage, I hadn't walked far when I heard a commotion. Many young people were surrounding the carriage behind me, crowding around it as they escorted me here.
"It's Young Master Ling again." Zhi Rou murmured, a hint of admiration on her face.
"Be careful." Wei Yuanzhan leaned closer and pulled her behind him.
After the crowds had dispersed, the warm sunlight shone down on him again. He looked up at the door plaque and his gaze met that of the man on the second floor, Su Du.
Having been back in the capital for some time, there was no trace of foreign aura about him. His hair was neatly styled, and his robes were simple and elegant, making him appear as a refined and aloof young master from Qinyang.
As the two entered the house, he did not greet them. Instead, he stood by the window, staring intently at Wei Yuanzhan for a while, his expression revealing some indescribable emotions. Later, he looked only at Zhirou and asked, "What brings you to Qinyang?"
Upon meeting, there was no time for pleasantries; instead, the first thing they said was a question. Zhi Rou couldn't bring herself to explain the real reason, and gave a dry laugh: "Only you could come?"
Seeing her agile movements, Su Du assumed she had had a smooth journey, so he didn't ask any further questions. He took a step forward and sat down beside the round table, lifting his robe as he did so.
He glanced at her and said, "Didn't you promise to wait for me for three months? Are you in such a hurry?"
Zhi Rou was displeased by his questioning, but because Wei Yuanzhan was there, she held back: "Why did you summon me here? If it's just to scold me, then forget it. We each have our own places to go, why bother each other?"
As he spoke, he turned around and called out from behind, "Where are you going?"
He paused, then said, "I have ascertained Young Master Xinyi's identity. You no longer need to test the Ling family; the Ling family has no one we are looking for."
He moved so quickly that Zhi Rou paused briefly, then turned around and asked, "Who is he?"
“This person is not involved in the case, you don’t need to know.”
His tone was indifferent again, as if nothing concerned her. Zhi Rou sneered inwardly, and without waiting for his next word, she turned and left.
Having witnessed Zhi Rou's temper, Wei Yuanzhan opened the door as soon as Su Du uttered that sound, and glanced at him silently.
Su Dufu lifted his chair and exclaimed, "Sister!"
Zhirou stopped, her delicate eyebrows curving slightly.
When she turned around, Su softened his tone and gestured with his sleeve, "Please sit down." He looked at Wei Yuanzhan and said, "Young Master Wei, please allow me to speak with her for a few minutes."
Wei Yuanzhan scrutinized him for a few moments and said softly to Zhi Rou, "Of course." He then closed the door and left.
A few clusters of fresh flowers drifted into the empty room from somewhere, rolled onto the table, and were picked up by a delicate hand. Zhi Rou then sat down, brushing off her clothes.
After a long pause, Su Du asked, "Did your mother know you were here?"
"I know, and I know I'm here to see you."
He paused, as if he hadn't considered this answer before.
Zhi Rou observed him for a while, the blazing sunlight shining on his face, and she wondered what he was thinking.
She simply took a piece of the Breath-Chasing Stone from her embroidered pouch and placed it on the table: "I was ambushed when I was only twenty miles from the outskirts of the capital. This item was taken from that scoundrel. Whether you believe it or not, I am in the same boat as you. If you cannot communicate with me, then you should not interfere in my affairs from now on."
"Someone's chasing you?" Upon hearing the first sentence, Su Du's hands, which were resting on his lap, clenched instantly. Looking at the bone-shaped stone again, his eyes darkened. "Who did this?"
Zhi Rou shook her head: "The person is dead, and we couldn't get any information out of them." She sat up straight. "Anyway, there are very few people in our country who can command the obedience and loyalty of foreign tribes. I will investigate this carefully when I return to the capital."
Su Du neither agreed nor disagreed.
There was no further movement inside the house for a moment.
Zhi Rou couldn't sit still; she furrowed her brows but didn't utter a sound.
When she quiets down, she becomes a different person, with an understated coolness and a touch of arrogant, childlike arrogance that's usually hard to detect.
Su didn't know how to begin. She hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "When will you return to the capital?"
"On the same day as you."
"Nonsense!"
His voice wasn't loud, but his gaze carried a menacing aura.
He was intentionally keeping it from her, Zhi Rou knew it very well, but she was not used to this kind of mystery. Her gaze lingered on his face: "Since you are unwilling to tell me, it is fine. I have my own way of finding out about this matter. I just hope you will not interfere."
"Didn't you say you didn't care?" Su Du suddenly questioned.
He got up, closed the window, walked back, and looked down into her suspicious eyes: "You said that the Chang family was nothing more than an ordinary person to you. If that's the case, why did you come with me to Qinyang to investigate those old relationships that have nothing to do with you? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to go back to the capital and be your Fourth Miss Song?"
Zhi Rou was stunned, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared at him.
She had traveled a long way, day and night, to Qinyang, only to hear Su Du use the words she had once spoken to provoke her. She felt a great sense of irony.
After a moment's pause, Zhi Rou smiled coolly: "Do you think I care about you?"
His expression remained unchanged: "Isn't that so?"
Zhi Rou clenched her fists, all her exhaustion and patience seemingly about to burst forth. She felt she had lost her mind, that she had kept recalling the way he looked at her after he left the capital; that she had felt pity for him just because Jing Yao said he was "without roots or foundation"...
Zhi Rou's eyes immediately filled with the fierceness one would show when facing an enemy.
Su watched indifferently, without wavering in the slightest.
Unable to wait a moment longer, she swept her hand across the table, retrieved the section of the Breath-Tracking Stone, and strode toward the door.
She didn't want to stay in Qinyang City for even a day longer!
Just as she opened the door, a gust of wind swept across her face, causing her eyelashes to tremble. She snapped back to reality, her hand gripping the doorframe tightly. Slowly, she closed the door and turned her back.
They looked at each other, and Su felt a moment of guilt. Zhi Rou seemed to understand everything, but she didn't dare to speak.
He's acting way too strangely today.
Why would someone as seemingly innocent as a young master named Xinyi refuse to reveal his identity and instead provoke her to force her to return to the capital?
Su was well aware of all this, yet he still insisted on interfering.
What was he so afraid of that made him so unwilling to let her stay in the city or go to the Ling residence?
“Mother…” Zhi Rou’s lips moved slightly as she vaguely recalled that day in her father’s study, he had said that her mother’s handwriting was six or seven parts similar to Chang Yu’s; she had mutilated her finger bones and could no longer pick up a pen…
Is this what Su didn't want her to know?
The air was so still it felt like a standoff. Su Du's lips were pressed tightly together as she listened to her ask, "The Ling family's efforts were fruitless. That person... is he from the Song family? Young Master Xinyi, is his surname Song?"
Zhi Rou didn't want to come here in a daze, much less be kept in the dark. She was determined to get an answer.
Su Du neither admitted nor denied it, and curled his hands at his side.
Zhi Rou took a step closer: "Is it or isn't it?"
"Zhirou," he murmured, his gaze unfathomable as he looked at her, "what do you want to hear?"
The dim light inside the room made their pupils appear even darker, like a deep, still pool.
Zhi Rou's heart was in turmoil, and she had no idea what Zhi Rou wanted to hear. The longer it dragged on, the more agonizing it became.
"Don't try that on me, just answer me, yes or no?"
Su remained silent.
He recalled how she had said several times that he was different from her; she had someone she would protect with all her might. She cared so much for Ling Xi; how could he tell her that the Chang family and Ling Xi's ordeal wasn't entirely a conspiracy?
How could he tell his sister that their mother, to assist the Chang family, had secretly joined the army, accompanying their father as the Prince of Xinyi? After the disastrous defeat at Saichuan, the emperor had become suspicious and summoned their father back to the capital. However, their mother was pregnant, and the journey was arduous. To ensure her safety and the well-being of their unborn child, the journey was delayed by more than a month. Rumors circulated throughout the capital, and the emperor, fearing his father's command of a powerful army, gradually developed the intention to eliminate him.
He didn't know how to say these things.
Seeing his expression, Zhi Rou shook her head: "It seems that's not the case."
There was no point in staying any longer. Wei Yuanzhan was still waiting for her downstairs. Zhi Rou composed herself and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.
“My men don’t know you. If you don’t want to arouse their suspicion, don’t come looking for me at the Ning residence again. As for when I will leave Qinyang, you have many eyes and ears, so you’ll probably be the first to know.” After saying this, she walked out of the side room.
A moment later, Zhao Xun stepped in from outside and respectfully went to serve Su Du.
A thick light streamed in from the doorway, reflecting back onto his pupils, restoring the brownish hue to its normal state. Su turned his head slightly: "Where's Ling Wu?"
Zhao Xun replied, "The Fifth Young Master is already waiting for you next door."
The sun was blazing. Zhi Rou had just left the bottom of the stairs when she saw Wei Yuanzhan standing outside. He was leaning against the carriage, fiddling with something in his hand. Despite his refined appearance, he always gave off an air of extraordinary arrogance.
She knew him so well that seeing him made her happy—it had become a habit. Her gaze, seemingly carrying warmth, fell upon him. Wei Yuanzhan noticed, glanced up at her, and stepped closer, his eyes brimming with laughter: "Finished?"
Zhi Rou lowered her eyes and replied, "I don't have anything to talk about with him."
Her sleeve lightly brushed against the jade pendant hanging at his waist. As they boarded the carriage, she said, "Let's go get something to eat."
Wei Yuanzhan grabbed her wrist, pulled her down, and gestured with his chin toward Shujilou: "Why go to such lengths? There's one right here."
She slowly steadied herself beside him, her brow slightly raised, wondering what he was up to.
Even if Mother is indeed the "Magnolia Prince" in Changyu Army, so what? Without knowing the whole story, is he going to condemn Mother based solely on this?
Her emotions, which she had just managed to calm down, were stirred up again. Zhi Rou counted on her fingers: "I don't want to see Su Du again anytime soon."
Wei Yuanzhan didn't know what the siblings had talked about, but since she wanted to go to the Ling residence, he kept an eye on it.
Right now, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but his voice was soft: "I just came out and saw that young master Ling going upstairs. Guess which private room he went into?"
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