Since morning, Li Jun has a strange urge to go to Wu Yixing's house. He hasn't seen his friend since the wedding. Marrying Mo Qian to deal with the empress? Li Jun is worried. He doesn't trust Mo Qian even if she is related to the witch. He finally gives in to the compulsion and leaves to visit his friend.
He stops the carriage in front of the gate. On the opposite side of the road, a small figure is drawing circles on the ground. A figure he would recognize anywhere. He takes long strides in her direction. She lifts her head and widens her eyes. Under the nest of tousled hair, her face is ghastly pale.
Isn't she a witch? She looks like she is on the verge of death from starvation.
She crawls backward with a haunting look in her eyes. "Why are you here?"
He squats down in front of her. She squeezes her eyes shut when he touches her cheek with his palm. Her skin is cold as ice. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." She seems embarrassed. "I am looking for my brother, Mo Qian."
