King De was locked up, and no one could yet convict him. The only person that could determine his plight wasn't in the palace.
On the 4th of March. Beginning of Spring.
Early in the morning Zong Yue delivered a few letters to Meng Fuyao but was stopped by Ya Lanzhu at the door. Breathing out, she said, "Let her sleep. She only fell asleep at dawn."
After some hesitation, he kept the items in his hand. "That's good too."
Sharp-eyed, Ya Lanzhu questioned, "What's that?" She snatched the item over and gave it a read, her eyes quickly lighting up.
"Ah!" She then let out, before tears fell.
Startled, Zong Yue asked, "Why are you crying?"
"In this life, I hope to meet someone who loves me…" she sobbed.
Zong Yue responded with silence and walked off a short while later, but not before adding, "It's a timely stroke of luck, neither one second too early nor late."
