Once they were on the carriage, Tonger steadied Jiang Li, "Miss, why did the Duke come to the carriage just now? Was there something the matter?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Li looked at the whistle in her palm. Bai Xue followed her gaze and saw the whistle as well, saying, "This whistle is so exquisitely made."
At the top of the pure white porcelain whistle bloomed a black peony. Even on such a tiny object, the peony was depicted with lifelike detail, vibrant and lifelike. Jiang Li tucked the whistle away, saying, "Yes, it is."
Jih Heng had given her the whistle, thereby acknowledging a fact; although he could not guess that she was Xue Fangfei, concerning what she intended to do, how she would deal with Shen Yurong and Princess Yongning in the future, and the vindication of the siblings Xue Fangfei and Xue Zhao, it was an unspoken understanding.
He knew, he would not interfere, he consented, and when it came to the critical moment, he would even lend a hand to help.
