Zhou Jingyi's legs felt weak, and she stumbled, nearly falling over. Su Qing hurriedly supported her: "Second Madam, shall we rest for a bit?"
Zhou Jingyi shook her head, "Let's keep going!" Although she was feeling nervous and uneasy, seeing her sooner would bring peace to her own heart.
The Biluo Pavilion was just in front of her eyes, and Zhou Jingyi took a deep breath, gently pushing the door and entering.
An odd medicinal scent wafted through the air, and Zhou Jingyi's heart soured, nearly bursting into tears. He was so close, and yet, was he still the man she had first met?
"Second Madam! You, why have you come!" A maid, lifting the curtain and walking out from the house, was stunned upon seeing her mistress and servant, hurriedly pulled down the gauze scarf covering her face, and came forward to greet them.
Zhou Jingyi recognized this maid; she was Xiaocui from her mother-in-law's side.
"How is the Second Young Master doing? Is he well?" Zhou Jingyi asked, nodding.
