Ling Hua waited for Yan Qing, her face angry, her eyes communicating a "now you say something" expression.
Yan Qing was silent for a moment before admitting defeat, "Put your clothes on."
"It's not my fault." Ling Hua wouldn't put them on, for putting on her clothes meant she had to leave, and she was about to leave the Capital immediately.
Tomorrow she had things to do all day. She needed to visit the Zhang Family during the day and discuss matters at the Second Prince's residence in the evening, discussions that might last who knows how long—definitely not earlier than tonight. She had originally thought that after leaving the Capital, she would stop at Qingshan Villa, two hundred li away, to see him. But he had returned early, leaving them only tonight to be together. She couldn't bear to leave.
