In an ordinary courtyard on Pingyan Lane in the Yong Capital, the snow was already being swept away. The person sweeping was a slender young woman in plain cloth clothes with a simple twig hairpin. The cold wind had turned her lovely face red. Her features were as fine as a painting, her beauty so fresh and captivating that even the bright snow around her seemed to dim in her presence. She was Jian Rongxin. Before going to the Sword Palace, Hu Xiaotian had settled her here and assigned Xia Changming to guard her in secret.
Jian Rongxin had once considered leaving, but to fulfill her father's wishes, she had risked entering the Grand Academician's residence at night again. Hu Xiaotian had saved her at the critical moment. Strangely enough, after that night, her heart had grown much calmer. Perhaps his ridiculous talk had done some good. Hope for the future had begun to sprout deep within her heart. Only after calming down could a person see herself clearly, and Jian Rongxin discovered that she had begun to develop unusual feelings for Hu Xiaotian-feelings she had never experienced even for her own husband.
Whenever she thought of Hu Xiaotian, she could not help blushing, her heart racing and her chest growing warm. Sometimes she even involuntarily pressed her slender legs together. Ashamed of these reactions, she had a vague idea of what caused them. Though she had known Hu Xiaotian only a short time, their relationship had already crossed that crucial threshold. Whether she accepted it or not, he had already become her man.
What if I really am carrying his child? The sudden thought soon made Jian Rongxin's lovely face flush crimson with embarrassment. She raised her head and looked at the brilliant red sun in the sky. The