An old-fashioned courtyard.
A gentle breeze stirred the blue skirt, yet carried a trace of chill.
Qing Dai, who was brewing tea, cautiously asked, "Miss, is something troubling you?"
"Everyone outside thinks I'm a widow. How could I be calm?" Meng Qiewei looked up at Qing Dai.
Hearing this, Qing Dai immediately said, "Then wouldn't it be fine if you just told them who your husband is, Miss?"
Meng Qiewei stared coldly at Qing Dai.
Under that stare, Qing Dai could only lower her head.
You won't explain yourself, and your reputation is terrible. You can't blame people outside for letting their imaginations run wild.
But she only dared think it, not say it.
"What are you thinking?" Meng Qiewei asked softly.
"Nothing." Qing Dai immediately shook her head.
"I know what you're thinking." Meng Qiewei lowered her eyes, her voice cold.
"What do you think I'm thinking, Miss?" Qing Dai asked.
As her words fell, Meng Qiewei raised her eyes slightly, her icy gaze landing on Qing Dai.
Seeing this, Qing Dai immediately lowered her head and changed the subject. "Miss, a young Heavenly Pride brought the Secret Realm entrance to the Wuyun Sect, but opening it isn't easy.
"So some elders would like to request an audience with you."
"An audience with me?" Meng Qiewei turned her gaze to the teacup and said calmly, "Have they come to ask whether I killed someone, or whether I've been widowed?"
Qing Dai shook her head. "They wouldn't dare ask that to your face."
After all, killing a husband was killing; killing another elder was also killing.
No one would dare say anything, either.
"Let him in," Meng Qiewei said.
Soon, a middle-aged man walked into the old-fashioned courtyard, trembling with fear.
Upon seeing Meng Qiewei, he immediately bowed respectfully. "Eldest