"Aren't you afraid of getting a reputation as a jealous woman?"
Huai Yu leaned back on the soft couch, while Yan Wanqing sat by her side, feeding her the medicine.
The medicine was very bitter, but Huai Yu still managed to drink it down without even blinking.
"This is the best way," said Yan Wanqing, as she wiped off the medicine from Huai Yu's lips with a handkerchief, her eyes very tranquil, "Reputation is nothing. It comes not with birth, nor does it follow death. Besides, no one can define Yan Wanqing."
Huai Yu, hearing her words, showed a glimpse of amusement in her eyes, "That's also true."
As they were speaking, a servant's voice suddenly came from outside, "Greetings to the Empress."
