Dream Tower.
Li Baobei went to a private room in Menglou, hoping to buy information about the Southern Kingdom from Dongfang Yerong, but she did not see him.
So he sat down in the private room next door and started waiting for someone, the same waiter as last time.
The waiter approached with a smile and asked, "What would you like to eat this time, young master?"
Dressed in men's clothing, Li Baobei's face was as pale as paper. He slowly spoke, "I've come here to buy information. Is your boss not here?"
"The owner hasn't been in the shop for the past few days, so you may have made a wasted trip, young master," the waiter replied apologetically, his tone full of respect.
"This..." Li Baobei then asked, "How long will it take for her to come back?"
"Young Master Li, our master's whereabouts are unpredictable. He may be back soon, or he may not be back for several months."
Li Baobei frowned. She didn't have time to wait any longer. Since fate had decided this way, she might as well let it go.
"I'm leaving now." Li Baobei got up to leave, and just as she went down to the second floor, she met Dongfang Yerong who was rushing over.
His eyes shone with disbelief as he spotted Li Baobei and quickly asked, "Are you alright?" His tone carried a hint of barely perceptible concern.
Li Baobei was unaware of the joy in Dongfang Yerong's eyes, and a slight smile appeared on her pale face: "I was just about to look for you, Brother Dongfang."
In the private room.
Dongfang Yerong was so engrossed in watching Li Baobei that he felt a pang of regret when he learned of Li Nannan's drowning in the palace. He sent people around to inquire about the situation.
But then they heard the horrifying news of a ghost marriage in the capital and a fire that broke out overnight.
"Are you really alright?" He looked at the thin person in front of him, his surprise lingering.
Her pale, snow-white skin exuded a sickly beauty, as flawless as fine porcelain, yet fragile and easily broken.
Her eyes were as bright and sorrowful as a deep lake, seemingly hiding endless stories, which made people feel pity for her.
Li Baobei smiled calmly, a hint of warmth appearing on her bloodless face, giving her a slightly more vibrant look. Her tone was carefree, "Brother Dongfang, what could possibly be wrong with me? Have you also heard some rumors about me?"
Dongfang Yerong came to her senses and realized that her behavior was indeed a bit strange. At present, Li Nannan was unaware that she already knew her identity.
He quickly joked, "No, it's just that I haven't seen Brother Li for a long time and I've been missing him."
Li Baobei took a sip of tea and couldn't help but cough.
Cough cough cough...
Are you sick?
Dongfang Yerong looked at her furrowed brows from coughing and began to ponder.
Why does she look like a completely different person compared to when we last met? She looks pale and sickly now, as if she's terminally ill.
The sudden resurrection of a dead person is already suspicious enough; could she be hiding some secret?
Li Baobei felt her vision blurring again, and she could no longer see Dongfang Yerong across the wooden table. Why did she fall ill at this moment?
She is currently experiencing excruciating pain day and night, and her bodily functions are constantly weakening, as if her time is drawing near.
"It's nothing serious." She steadied her body from the trembling caused by the pain and said hoarsely, "Brother Dongfang, I want to buy some information. Money is not a problem. I hope you will grant my request." Her tone was extremely soft, as if she were pleading.
Dongfang Yerong's eyes flickered slightly. So she had come here only to gather information, and if nothing unexpected happened, it should be about He You.
Even though she knew she liked He You, she still felt a strange unease, not particularly strong, but very uncomfortable.
He concealed the ripples in his eyes and said in a light tone, "Brother Li's poem last time was undoubtedly the best. In a way, Menglou owes Brother Li a favor."
"As long as I know the matter that Brother Li asked about, I will answer it without reservation."
"Then thank you very much, Brother Dongfang." Li Baobei bowed slightly and continued to ask, "I would like to inquire about the Southern Kingdom's royal family."
Although he had already guessed that she was asking about He You, his heart still seemed to tighten unexpectedly when he actually heard it.
Li Baobei listened attentively. She knew that He You had successfully inherited the throne, and the weight in her heart was lifted. As long as he was well, she could rest assured.
Taking away the memories of him, the rest of the days didn't seem so difficult.
Li Baobei bid farewell to Dongfang Yerong, her slender figure resembling a petal about to be blown away by the wind, and slowly departed.
The people upstairs watched the departing figures below, unable to recover for a long time.
Anji walked in from outside the elegant room, silently watching Dongfang Yerong's retreating figure.
Dongfang Yerong said calmly, "Follow her."
"yes."
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