Murong Yun glanced at the sky; it was gray, bleak, and cold. The winter seemed endless, much like the ceaseless drifting snow.
At this moment, even she was uncertain about the fate of Liaozhou City.
The three spies picked this moment to act—no doubt the enemy beyond the walls was growing impatient. Fine then, since the city’s fall means death regardless, harsh as it sounds, they might as well be put to use.
“Why do you have to check on me first?" the Marchioness asked in an unfriendly tone.
"You were the former mistress of the household, you should set an example." Jinque lifted an innocent smile.
“What if I am unwilling?" The Marchioness wanted to gain some time, letting her personal maid hide some items.
The sky grew hazily bright.
Yesterday the sky was cloudless, but by morning snow was falling thick and swirling. Li Langhua, always a light sleeper, woke up very early.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the snow whirl outside, Li Langhua lifted the quilt and got up. Ruiqiu pushed the door open and handed over the prepared honey water.
When mixing in the lye water just now, Xu Zhichun intentionally kept away from Liang Mingliang.
With Xu Zhichun’s reminder, Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu’er suddenly recalled the secrecy contract. Both felt a hidden fear—for in their excitement, they had nearly forgotten the need for secrecy.
After all, to them, a husband was someone very close. From childhood, the teachings they absorbed impressed upon them that a husband was their pillar, their reliance. To deliberately conceal something from a husband—such a thought had never even crossed their minds before.
When Huaya Garden was brought up, the Crown Princess looked down, her hand resting on her belly. She bit her lip softly, and a trace of unwillingness flickered across her features.
Jiang Ning caught the change in the Crown Princess’s face.
Huaya Garden is a pleasure ground, a place of indulgence, where women are strictly barred.
A’Xuan paused on the veranda, pulling back the foot he’d just lifted, eyeing Murong Yun with amused curiosity.
It had to be said—Miss Lei’s expression, behavior, and aura at this moment were exactly to his taste. He liked it—liked it more the longer he looked, until his blood was boiling.
A’Xuan stared at Murong Yun without blinking beneath his mask, his heartbeat quickening.
The noodles had a firm bite as soon as they entered her mouth. Though light in flavor, they tasted quite good. Murong Yun’s eyes lit up, and she followed A'Xuan’s example by adding pickled vegetables, which added a touch of savory saltiness.
After finishing the modest bowl of noodle soup and taking the final bite of egg, she finally felt a bit of satisfaction.
