The four women were momentarily silent as cicadas in winter, no longer dare to be wanton, only hoping to give birth to a child for the Master soon, relying on the child to gain the status of a concubine.
The moon hung at the treetops, Chang Haotian in the yard gazing at the moon alone.
The moon unexpectedly turned into the face of Su Qingyue, a face unmatched in beauty.
He loved Su Qingyue, constantly thinking of her.
Even when he was with other women, he always saw them as substitutes for Qingyue.
If he were to marry Gongsun Qianshuang tomorrow, he would truly never have a chance to be with her.
He turned his steps and walked outside the courtyard.
He wanted to see Qingyue, he must see her once more.
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In the Su Mansion yard, Su Qingyue sat at the tables and chairs under the tree, with a few plates of cakes and a pot of tea on the table.
Little Ye'er was not sharing a room with her now, the little fellow was tired from the day's activities and had already fallen asleep.
