"What's 'nonexistent'? What is that?"
Cui Hui was nearby and had heard clearly, but she didn't understand.
The beautiful woman before her raised a hand. A stream of literary qi landed and took the shape of a second beautiful woman, leaving Cui Hui staring in amazement. She knew that Literary Scholars could create an incarnation outside their bodies, but this was her first time seeing it with her own eyes. Envy welled up from the bottom of her heart.
"Two beautiful women..."
Just imagining it was enough to make her feel blissfully suffocated.
Ning Yan said, "That's 'nonexistent.'"
Cui Hui replied without hesitation, "Even 'nonexistent' is beautiful!"
Ning Yan: "..."
Cold wind poured into her collar, carrying away what little warmth remained and making Cui Hui shiver. Her mind cleared in an instant. The temperature was low for this season, and she'd been lying in the covered walkway for nearly a quarter of an hour. Her brain was about to freeze solid. "Um, how should I address you?"
Ning Yan exchanged information with Wuyou in an instant.
"My name is Ning Yan, courtesy name Tunan. I serve in the same court as your father, Cui Shanxiao." Ning Yan helped Cui Hui to her feet, reminding her, "The ground is cold, Your Ladyship. You should get up. That Word Spirit didn't harm you at the root, but you're an ordinary person and could easily be frightened. For the next few days, it would be best to drink a bowl of calming soup before bed to settle your nerves and help you sleep. If you feel unwell, let me know right away so I can arrange for a physician."
The wind was strong in the covered walkway, so Ning Yan escorted her back to her room.
It took Cui Hui a while