Qin Huai emerged from the Imperial Palace and no sooner had he sat inside the carriage than he could no longer hold back and spat out three mouthfuls of fresh blood.
"Sir!" The servant heard the commotion and quickly lifted the curtain to check. The sight that greeted him was agonizing.
Qin Huai wiped the fresh blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and with his other hand, he stopped the servant from coming closer, his voice hoarse, "It's nothing, back to the mansion."
He looked at the crimson on the back of his hand, yet his lips kept curling into a smile.
If his lord was not benevolent, then no one could blame him for being disloyal.
...
"Miss, wake up," Cong Ge said softly.
Yan Wanqing opened her eyes, only to realize that the dawn light made everything outside seem hazy.
The sky was not yet fully bright.
Cong Ge, feeling sad for the dark circles under Yan Wanqing's eyes, asked, "Miss, how late did you stay up last night?"
