A five-thousand-word chapter; the ten thousand should be finished around two.
"Was it Princess Consort who sent for me?"
A calm, placid voice rang in Wei Ying's ears like a thunderclap, while that probing gaze fell through the Beaded Curtain upon the Princess of Beijing.
Meeting that gaze, Wei Ying felt her mind swell as if stuffed with countless wads of cotton, soft and puffy until no thoughts remained. The heart in her chest also seemed gripped in someone's palm, kneaded until it kept shrinking, yet never reached the bottom.
In her daze, she suddenly felt threads of coolness at her fingertips. Wei Ying instinctively turned her head and discovered that, at some point, her left hand had clenched the dagger on the tea table.
Those wisps of chill came from it.
Staring fixedly at the dagger, the blankness in Wei Ying's eyes gradually focused. She drew a deep breath, braced her thumb against the hilt, and slowly pushed the dagger halfway free.
As its cold gleam flashed before her eyes, Wei Ying's heartbeat abruptly quickened. The deathly pallor of her oval face was replaced in an instant by a scorching crimson flush.
This was the Prince of Beijing's Estate, and she was the Princess of Beijing!
Her servants were all outside, and she held a weapon capable of cutting gold and jade. So long as she refused, no one could offend her here!
No one!
"That is right. It was I who summoned you!"
Though her voice still trembled somewhat, the Princess of Beijing felt no fear in her heart at that moment—at least, that was what she believed.
So this Long-Legged Princess Consort really had taken the initiative to summon him!
And from the impassioned tone of her voice, she clearly had not called him here to rekindle