Miss Wen had barely left the Jiang residence when Zijuan, who had been waiting outside, hurried over to her.
Seeing that her young mistress looked troubled, Zijuan didn't dare ask what had happened. She guessed that Miss Wen had ultimately failed to win Young Master Jiang's favor.
She had expected as much.
After all, this was a world where the strong ruled. Even mastery of the Painting Dao was merely a side skill. Unless Young Master Jiang was also passionately devoted to the Painting Dao, Miss Wen's chances were truly slim.
Seeing how serious her young mistress looked, Zijuan didn't dare tease her. Then she suddenly thought of something and decided to use it to distract Miss Wen. "Miss, that fellow we fished out of the water has left. He didn't even say goodbye—he only left a message with Xiao Chun, the gatekeeper. What kind of person does that?"
Miss Wen's heart lurched. She grabbed Zijuan's arm. "When was the last time you saw him? Do you remember what he said?"
The moment she stepped out of the Peony Hall, the tension in Miss Wen's heart abruptly eased, as if she had just awakened from a dream.
All this time, she had racked her brains trying to figure out who had conjured up this dreamlike scene, but she hadn't found the slightest clue.
Only now, when Zijuan reminded her, did a possibility suddenly occur to her—though it was an exceedingly unlikely one.
And yet, that man was the only unexpected person to have crossed her path recently, and the only one whose origins were unknown.
Zijuan was startled by Miss Wen's reaction. She stood dazed for a long moment before finally remembering. Stammering, she said, "I-I remember. He-he seemed to have asked Miss if you had any... wishes..."
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