Two crisp laughs came from the woods, followed by another voice, but no words emerged. After a pause, melodious flute music filled the air.
The leading palace attendant walked silently. Almost all the time, his head was slightly lowered, just enough to clearly see the path ahead. Pei Ye did not follow his every step, but he, too, carefully controlled his gaze.
Their footsteps were not concealed, so by the time they reached the pavilion, the flute music had stopped. Plum blossoms shielded jade-like branches, and green tiles were covered with snow, creating a clean spot in the pavilion. A noble, reserved young girl sat askew at the edge of the pavilion, holding a poetry collection. Hearing their footsteps, she looked over. Her features were beautiful, her demeanor elegant, and a red adornment at her brow resembled a falling tear.
