For the next several days, Wang Xifeng was out early and back late, so busy she barely had time to catch her breath. Everyone in the residence vaguely knew she seemed to be handling something for the Old Madam, but no one asked what it was.
And on this particular day, night had fallen.
In Rongguo Immortal Estate, inside the main room of the courtyard where Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng lived.
By the time Wang Xifeng returned to the courtyard, the lamps had already been lit.
Even high in the sky, the last glow of sunset had long since vanished into the rolling sea of clouds in the distance. The palace lanterns across the floating islands of Rongguo Immortal Estate had already lit up one after another, illuminating the pavilions and towers as brightly as day in a dazzling array of colors.
But Wang Xifeng had no time to admire the scenery. After hurriedly dismissing everyone, she sat alone on the soft couch by the window in the inner room, leaning against the beauty rest and staring blankly at the moonlight deepening outside.
On the table beside her sat a cup of jade-dew spirit tea, warmed and brought earlier by a young maid. It had long since gone cold, but she had not taken a single sip.
"Hmm?"
When Jia Lian came back from outside, this was the scene that greeted him.
He had spent the day attending social engagements and seemed to have drunk quite a bit of spirit wine. A faint flush of drunkenness still colored his face, and his steps were slightly unsteady.
As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Xifeng sitting alone by the window. Her expression was not as sharp and shrewd as usual; instead, there was a touch of melancholy, languor, and