So readily agreeing, it seems all her worries were needless.
Thus, she snuggled comfortably into his embrace, ready to sleep soundly. However, perhaps because something was weighing on her mind, she didn't know how much time had passed in her daze before she finally drifted off to meet the Duke of Zhou in her dreams.
What she didn't know was that the man beside her had been staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time.
The next day.
Beijing was bathed in brilliant sunshine, the sky clear for miles.
Xing Liehuo, yearning for his mother, got up early, prepared some gifts, and, once ready, took his wife and daughter to the villa with a garden owned by the Tong family.
On the way there, Lian Qiao made a special call to Tong Jiawei. After all, it was only proper to do so.
