A Lonesome Fragrance Waiting to be Appreciated 2

25

.....

This is already half of the book!

Yaay!!

.....

When Zuiju heard that He Xia had immediately agreed, her eyes were suddenly bright. She breathed in deeply and slowly sighed. "No wonder people say that Gui Le's Marquess of Jing-An is the only person that is comparable to our Duke. Such a hearty personality! Doesn't it make you wonder why he doesn't teach Yun Chang's Princess to handle military affairs properly?"

Yet this tactic was one that only Bai Pingting could propose and only one that He Xia would agree to.

Apart from those two, regardless of who was exchanged for another, it would have been an impossible situation.

Moran's thoughts remained full of worries. He frowned, "Miss Bai is fairly relaxed and says that Duke can definitely return by then. But what if the Duke is delayed over there, what should we do then? With the current assets in He Xia's hands, even if we put out lives at stake to fight, we will still be unable to rush out with Miss Bai."

Zuiju was silent for a long time but argued back, "Even if you could rush out with Miss Bai, Miss Bai wouldn't want to go with you. He Xia is risking death by granting her wish, so how could she betray the person she swore to? Not to mention..." She sucked her lip, staring down at her embroidered shoes for a long time. Her voice was a little sad, "Besides, why should she stay here if the Duke doesn't really see her as important and doesn't hurry back?"

That romantic, exquisitely carved Bai Pingting was not an ordinary person.

She could take a hundred times more pain but could not stand sadness.

The two were secretly upset.

Moran said, "Although He Xia promised not to move until the sixth, we must not underestimate him. I'd better do a few more adjustments to the defence arrangement of this residence."

Zuiju nodded and watched Moran turn to leave. She thought of something and said a soft, "Ah," but stopped herself from calling Moran, letting him leave.

Returning to the room, she saw Hongqian was sitting on a chair taking a nap. Her thoughts were the most shallow and had been recently subjected to much shock. Seeing that Pingting and Moran had safely returned, she realised that the danger had passed and finally slept. Hearing the sound of the door curtain, she slowly opened her eyes and realized Zuiju had returned. She placed a fingertip to her mouth.

"Hush..."She pointed at the inner room, closed her eyes, placed both her hands to one side and tilted her head, imitating a sleeping pose.

Zuiju gave her a look of understanding and quietly crept into the room, quietly probing.

Pingting was lying on the bed, her long hair scattered around. One clump was softly falling from the bed. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping.

A thick blanket covered her, but the window was still opened, allowing cold wind to flow inside.

Zuiju whispered, "Such a bad habit ought to be corrected." She quietly tiptoed towards the bedside, carefully reaching out. She had yet to touch the window when she heard a soft voice coming down from below.

"Don't close it. The blowing wind refreshes my mind."

Zuiju lowered her head to look and saw that Pingting had already opened her eyes. How could they be considered sleepy when possessing such brightness?

"It's better to close it as it won't be funny if you get a cold." Zuiju stubbornly closed the window and turned to sit down by the bed. She reached out into the blankets, rummaging for PIngting's slender wrists which she pressed two fingers against to check her pulse. She calmly listened for a while before lightly laughing, "All good."