Prince of Beijing's Estate, Qin Room.
"Really?!"
Wei Ying sprang up from the floor, then leaned forward, bracing both palms against the antique qin she usually cherished most. Ignoring the creaking groans from its body, she tensed her strong, shapely legs and demanded in rapid succession:
"Sun Shaozong is really going to fight in the southern frontier?!"
Her personal maid, Nian Xia, was startled by her mistress's sudden excitement. Her mind could barely process it—she had merely made an offhand remark while replacing the Sandalwood Incense. Why had it provoked such a huge reaction?
Seeing Nian Xia's bewildered expression, Wei Ying knew she had lost her composure. She hurriedly settled back into a kneeling position and awkwardly searched for an excuse. "I... Lan-ge had planned to thank him properly in a few days. I never expected Lord Sun to be going off to war again."
The excuse was as clumsy as could be, but Nian Xia was a servant. No matter how suspicious she felt, how could she dare ask another question?
She quickly replied with a smile, "This servant only heard a few scraps of gossip. There's no telling whether it's true."
It had better be true!
Wei Ying prayed silently. After a moment of silence, she could not help asking Nian Xia to recount the gossip she had heard in detail.
The rumor sounded remarkably convincing, and Wei Ying felt several degrees more delighted. She had been worrying over how to keep Sun Shaozong away from the estate. If this news was true, there would be no need for her to overdo things.
That man named Sun had better die on the southern frontier and settle everything once and for all!
The thought flashed through her heart, but she hesitated again an instant later. That Sun fellow was