Yue Lian's heart was scalded for a moment.
For the first time, she saw that his gaze was not cold, not machine-like without emotion; it was fervent, glossy, utterly mesmerizing.
Her heartstrings tightened, her lips trembling slightly, "No... no need to be polite, later, I will find another way to have the empress prepare medicine for you."
"Thank you." Zi Wei said to her again.
When Yue Lian left his room, she covered her chest with her hand, where her emotions surged heatedly.
Tears of excitement spilled over on her fair and delicate face, "He spoke so much to me for the first time."
"Miss." The old steward stayed by her side, sighing deeply, "You are infatuated! The man in your heart still belongs to another, what is there for you to be happy about?"
In ordinary women, this would have been heartbreakingly sad, wouldn't it have caused her to make a scene several times a day?
What is there for Yue Lian to be happy about?
