After the feast dispersed, Xiangling's eyes were full of bewilderment.
"Miss Baochai has always been pleasant to everyone. She never twists her words to jab at people, much less argues in public. What happened this time?"
Qingwen muttered, "Perhaps she's worried about something."
If her guess was right, Miss Baochai had developed feelings for their master.
Only that could have made her so anxious that she lost her composure.
"It was only a quarrel. Will they make up?" Xiangling asked worriedly.
"I don't know. They're both proud." Qingwen pointed toward the inner room. "Let Master persuade them."
Hearing this, Xiangling immediately ran into the warm chamber.
She crouched beside Jia Huan and pleaded with a disheartened expression.
"Master, Miss Baochai has been very good to me, and Miss Daiyu is my teacher. It hurts so much to see them fall out."
Jia Huan put down his book and said softly,
"Though I'm an Embroidered Uniform Guard charged with overseeing affairs throughout the realm, even I can hardly govern young ladies' hearts."
"Master..." Xiangling looked ready to cry, wrapping her arms around Jia Huan's thigh and refusing to let go.
At that cloyingly sweet voice, Qingwen spat inwardly and cursed in irritation.
You little hussy!
"I'll try," Jia Huan agreed.
Xiaoxiang Hall was closer.
The four of them carried lanterns over, and Xiangling pulled the brass door ring and called softly,
"Xueyan, Xueyan."
Before long, Xueyan opened the door and poked her head out.
"Third Master Huan, Miss is angry!"
Jia Huan smiled.
"I have a lyric poem."
A moment later, Lin Daiyu hurried out.
Jia Huan gazed at her still-angry face and said softly,
"You usually call each other sisters and walk hand in hand. Now that you've quarreled and fallen out, even your maids will feel awkward meeting one