Before Wei Kan could finish speaking, Wei Liu firmly dragged Zhang Yuan away.
With her hand around his arm, Zhang Yuan left the reception hall and eventually arrived at a lakeside pavilion with a lovely view within the estate. Xingyu tactfully went off, saying she would water the flowers.
Only Zhang Yuan and Wei Liu remained in the pavilion.
The sun had lost its radiance. Though it was noon, the sky was dark, and only the candlelight from a few lanterns nearby provided any illumination, barely lighting the two people inside.
Wei Liu wore a white-and-purple ruqun today, with tassels hanging from a yellow sash. Her eyes were clear, her makeup light. Standing before Zhang Yuan, she was truly a graceful beauty, captivating to behold.
"Have you been well lately, Miss Wei?" Zhang Yuan greeted her.
Wei Liu had intended to scold Zhang Yuan a little, but now that they were reunited after twenty days apart, the words reached her lips and refused to come out. Her rosy, lipstick-painted mouth pouted slightly. In the end, she said nothing and simply threw herself into his arms, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable.
"They all said you were dead..." Wei Liu said, aggrieved.
During the twenty-odd days Zhang Yuan had been missing.
Zhao Lian had been all right. She had merely sent people to search for traces of Zhang Yuan without spreading rumors of his death. By contrast, the civil and military officials of the Radiant Dawn Dynasty's court had rejoiced and rushed to spread the news, unanimously declaring that Zhang Yuan was dead and that they should invite the true ruler back.
Wei Liu was naturally very unhappy about this, but her standing was low and her words carried little weight. Even with the letter Zhang