Pei Huaian composed himself before returning to the mansion, heading straight for Shao He's courtyard.
The person engrossed in ancient medical books hadn't noticed the silent approach of Pei Huaian.
Qingxia, carrying tea, came over and saw the figure behind her mistress and was about to salute when she caught his gesture for silence.
Qingxia had no choice but to act as if she hadn't seen him and placed the tea on the table.
"Miss, your tea."
Qingxia planned to alert her mistress when she took the tea cup.
However, her mistress didn't even lift her head. She simply took the cup and gently blew on it, never taking her eyes off the book.
Pei Huaian pursed his lips into a smile as a cold breeze blew in, causing Shao He to shiver slightly. Seeing this, Pei Huaian walked toward the room.
He took out a cloak and draped it over Shao He.
"Qingxia, I…" Shao He started to speak but stopped halfway, surprised by the Qingxia in front of her.
