Ying'er spread out the paper and ground the inkstone, her eyes shifting as she tentatively asked, "Madam, shouldn't we ask for Miss's opinion first?"
"No need."
Ye Xue'e had her own ideas: "Qingluo is still young, and her heart isn't set on this matter. As long as Liuyun is willing to wait, there will eventually be a day when the clouds part and the bright moon is revealed."
"Madam's words are truly wise."
As someone who prided herself on being Madam's close confidante, Ying'er naturally wouldn't defy Madam's wishes. She finished laying out the paper, picked up her brush and ink, and handed them to Madam.
Ye Xue'e furrowed her brows in thought, pulled out a chair to sit down, and started to write the letter.
*
Outside the Morning Sun Hall in the Imperial Palace.
