A guest room at the Jinyang Marquis's Residence.
Snow fell outside the window, and the howling wind chilled to the bone.
Luo Shuirong stood by the window, her heart twisted into knots.
Seeing her maid return beneath an umbrella, Luo Shuirong hurried to meet her. "What happened? Why was Guiyi beaten? Was it bad? Where is he now? I want to go look after him!"
Her maid, Cui'er, supported Luo Shuirong by the arm and led her to the Arhat Bed. "Miss, don't go making more trouble for Young Master Jian. He took that beating for the sake of your future together. You mustn't let all his painstaking efforts go to waste."
"Guiyi is just too stubborn." With her maid's support, Luo Shuirong sat on the bed, one hand cradling her belly and the other bracing her lower back.
"Young Master Jian is, after all, the Eldest Young Master of the Jinyang Marquis's Residence, the Heir Apparent's eldest legitimate son. However angry the Heir Apparent gets, could he really throw him out?" Cui'er covered her mouth and laughed. "Young Master Jian has set his heart on you, so the Heir Apparent can only give in. Just wait for Young Master Jian to bring you into the Marquis's Estate with a proper, formal wedding. Then you'll be the Heir Apparent's Consort, a first-rank Marquise!"
At these words, the creases between Luo Shuirong's brows eased considerably. "Don't go saying that everywhere."
Cui'er said, "Don't worry. Once I step outside this door, my mouth will be tighter than a river clam!"
Before long, another maid knocked at the door. Cui'er went out and returned carrying a food box. "Miss, your meal is here."
"Leave it there." Lately, she had not dared eat too much, afraid her belly would grow too large.
The journey