This afternoon, Mingshu lay prostrate before the window, counting the days with her fingers while waiting for the concubines to arrive. She murmured to herself, "Shengjing is thousands of miles from the frontier, and even on a fast horse it takes about two or three days at most. Logically, the letter should have arrived some time ago, but why hasn't there been any news yet?"
Yun Zhi, watering the flowers below the corridor, heard her and responded without lifting her head, "The war at the frontier is pressing; perhaps the Prince has forgotten to look. Miss, you need not worry. If he sees it, he will definitely reply to you!"
Mingshu frowned, muttering to herself, "I'm not worried about that..." Her voice trailed off, "I'm wondering whether father will understand the meaning I'm trying to convey?"
