Someone who dared to set a fire in the prince’s estate, and was so bold as to nearly mortally wound its mistress wouldn’t be let off lightly. But right now, the person inside was so fragile he feared that the news may actually send her life flying away. It would be better to hide this for now.
“Steward, what should we do about the cotton clothing? We can’t afford any more delays right now… cough cough…” Lisa felt that the other definitely couldn’t hear her speak clearly. Even she herself had difficulty discerning her own words.
But in reality, her words were as clear as a bell to him. He quickly replied, “It might be a bit difficult. This humble one shall endeavor to do his best, so Madame Lisa needn’t worry. Just set your mind at rest and treat your illness.”
“Mm, then try to do it as soon as possible. The weather’s getting chillier as we speak, so if we delay too long, someone will catch a cold.”
“Yes.” She is rather kind-hearted. Namjoon left as soon as he agreed, and indeed, did things as best he could. But all of the larger embroidery workshops were all busy, so there was no way they could accept such a huge order to be completed in so short a time.
Lisa recuperated for two whole days before she reached a semblance of health. Though she could speak, her voice was still marred by the smoke damage. Still, Ye-mama recalled something; the prince and Old Madame should’ve arrived by now. Shouldn’t they write them a letter from home?
“……” Lisa had no idea what to write as she picked up her brush, zoning out.
Xiao Shi stood by the side and hesitantly made a proposal. “Before the prince left, you made him angry. Why not…”
Lisa sucked in a breath as she understood. Since she’d offended her superior, she had to find ways to make amends. What if he returned and vented his rage on her? Would that be her tragic fate? After enduring for a while, she was forced to concede defeat.
Raising the brush, she wrote a line from a certain nameless poem: 1 it was difficult for us to chance and meet, and the time of parting was equally so; the east wind has arisen now and a hundred flowers are gone
These two lines expressed her thoughts, which was that she missed him and was very sad and whatnot after he’d left. She didn’t write the rest of the lines because they were all too much; she didn’t want to convey the message that she couldn’t bear to be parted from him. After the poetry, she added a few lines about the situation at the estate. But she didn’t mention the fire or how she’d gotten injured.
After all, these things weren’t worth them worrying over! She should wait until she’d resolved the main point of the cotton clothing before she made a report.
After resting for awhile, she felt that it would only be proper if she checked the incident site. At the very least, she should see if there was anything salvageable from the fire. Hopefully, things hadn’t been completely destroyed, or that would really be a loss. With these thoughts running through her mind, she had Xiao Shi and Bao Qin accompany her outside, only to see a maidservant kneeling on the ground, kowtowing towards her rooms.
“……” She wasn’t some sort of saint, so why was she being worshipped?
Bao Qin smiled. “She’s certainly punctual, coming over here again.”
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