The long night lay silent, with nothing to be heard but the wind and snow outside the window.
In the Bamboo Courtyard bedroom, the lights had long since gone out, but the bed curtains remained open.
Pei Xiangjun lay fully dressed, without a trace of sleepiness. Her almond-shaped eyes watched the faintly lit window paper, filled with worry.
Ye Jingtang had repelled the formidable enemies from Northern Liang, shaking Yun'an with his might. To others, it was thrilling, a glory they shared in, but as the woman who shared his pillow, how could Pei Xiangjun feel excited after seeing him covered in wounds? Beyond her heartache, she even felt the regret of "having urged her husband to seek a lord's honors."
If Ning'er came back, she would probably ban me from the Plum Courtyard for three months...
The trouble is, I really didn't take good care of Jingtang. I wouldn't even dare talk back...
She had tossed and turned for most of the night. Dawn was almost here, yet she still felt no hint of sleepiness.
Miss Fan had told her not to keep coming and going and disturbing Ye Jingtang's rest. Pei Xiangjun had forced herself to endure half the night. Seeing that morning was near, she thought Jingtang should be awake, and after a little hesitation, she sat up.
Rustle, rustle~
Creak~
The door opened and closed again.
Pei Xiangjun stood before it with a shawl over her shoulders. Wind and snow blew into her face, making her shrink her neck. She looked around. Everyone in the residence had gone to sleep, and all was dark. She could still hear Xiuhe's faint breathing from the neighboring room.
Pei Xiangjun tightened her shawl and followed the cross-shaped walkway through the snow. She left the Bamboo Courtyard, then followed the