Little Zhongzi left the Marquis Residence, and as he stepped out of the mansion gate, a gust of wind blew, revealing that his back was already drenched in sweat. He stomped his foot, quietly cursing that this errand was indeed no pleasant task. Butler Fu did not wish to come and suffer this ordeal, and had dragged him to endure it instead, truly as if he had taken a walk through the Gate of Hell.
He trudged back to the Eastern Palace with a heavy head, and upon hearing that Yun Chi was still in the Phoenix West Garden, he reluctantly went to report back.
Qiuyue had already been helped back to her room by Maid Fang, where the wine cups and dishes had been tidied up long ago. Hua Yan was lying on the bed, still unconscious. Yun Chi sat by the bedside, absentmindedly playing with her tangled black hair that had become disheveled in his arms during her struggles earlier.
