There wasn't much to do besides admire the hedges and flowers, and soon Wang Jingyuan was bored. She got up and strolled along the stone path that wound through the garden. Then she stepped off the path and ambled up and down every inch of the garden, looking around. It was annoying to have to keep her skirts hiked up so she did not dirty them.
After pacing the garden for at least ten times, Wang Jingyuan returned to the pavilion and frowned. "If I had Feng Ming Sword, I could practice my sword skills," she mumbled to herself. But alas, to maintain her feminine image, Feng Ming Sword had been left at the He Manor. She sat back down and propped her head up with her hand, thinking of what else she could do.
It had to have been at least twenty, thirty minutes already. The majordomo said Shao Wenbo's meeting would take at least another hour. Ugh. She was impatient and hated waiting. Maybe she should have just left and returned at a later time.
