My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

A few days later in the morning, Huaying's health gradually improved under Qinghe's care. She sat on the bed and looked at the furnishings in the room.

The boudoir is very spacious and is divided into a bedroom and a living room by a curtain.

The bedroom is furnished with a pear wood step-out bed with a footrest and hung with double-layer curtains with exquisite patterns.

On one side is a dressing table, on which are placed rouge and powder...

There is also a rose chair under the table.

On the other side of the bed was a row of vertical cabinets reaching the curtains, and next to the curtains was a beauty couch.

Huaying got up and went to the outer room, where she saw writing brushes, inkstones, books, calligraphy and paintings on the desk in front of the window.

There are three golden chairs on one side of the wall, two coffee tables in the middle, and four exquisite paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum hanging on the wall.

These scrolls reminded Huaying of the elegant pavilion of Zuijiangyue.

There is a screen on the side next to the curtain, and a guqin in front of the screen.

Huaying came out of the door and found herself on the second floor. She sat down on the stool in front of the railing and took a close look at the scenery in the mansion.

What comes into view are spacious houses.

The pink walls and black tiles stretch endlessly, and the pavilions and towers are scattered around.

Lush flower trees grow over the wall, revealing luxuriant branches, and a faint floral fragrance floats in the air.

Qinghe was holding a plate with a bowl of boiled Chinese medicine on it and a small bowl of candied fruit next to it.

"Miss, it's time to take your medicine." Qinghe's soft voice came.

Huaying stopped looking at the scenery in the mansion and asked, "Qinghe, are there people living in the courtyards in the mansion?"

Qinghe was slightly startled.

“Miss, don’t be fooled by the fact that there are many courtyards in the Prime Minister’s Mansion. In fact, there are only a few courtyards for living.

The two young masters each had a courtyard, the mistress and the master had one, and the young lady lived in Molan Pavilion. The servants lived in two courtyards.

The rest were just cleaned up to prevent them from being abandoned. These things were awarded by the emperor, and the courtyard of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is more beautiful than ours. It's a pity that it was burned down."

Huaying was a little surprised and asked, "Burned? Why did it burn?"

Qinghe looked at Huaying with some sadness and said in a low voice.

"The day the incident happened at Youcheng Mansion was the day the young lady disappeared. It's all Qinghe's fault. Qinghe failed to protect the young lady."

Qinghe's pretended strength these days collapsed at this moment.

Ever since the young lady disappeared, she has been tormented by self-blame every day, blaming herself for eating too much candied haws that day.

The lady even teased her that she was a greedy little cat and urged her to buy a few more to satisfy her cravings.

After the young lady got into trouble, she blamed herself for her mistake and tried to commit suicide by jumping into the lake, but was rescued by Yuelang.

After the old lady scolded her, she said that she should not commit suicide for the sake of the young lady, and that was why she had the courage to live.

Qinghe was kneeling on the ground talking about the past, tears streaming down her face.

Huaying couldn't stand Qinghe kneeling eight times a day, so she helped her up and said, "Don't blame yourself. I'm back safe and sound, right?"

Qinghe's eyes, which were not big to begin with, looked even smaller because of crying. She tried hard to open her red eyes and said seriously.

"Miss, Qinghe will definitely protect you in the future." Huaying was amused by her appearance.

(Many years later, Huaying, standing in front of Qinghe's tomb, recalled what the silly girl had said. In order to protect her, Qinghe, even when she was about to freeze to death, still put her cotton coat on her and said, "Miss, hold on a little longer, we will be able to get out soon.")

Hearing her say that she wanted to protect herself, Huaying was touched. She took Qinghe's hand and said, "Okay, but don't do stupid things again in the future."

Qinghe nodded heavily and burst into laughter.

Huaying looked at the scenery outside the window, thinking deeply. I wonder if Fu Shiyan will come to look for me on the Qixi Festival if he sees that I haven't returned? At this moment, I miss Zui Jiangyue and the others.

Who pushed me that day? Was it an accident or murder?

Huaying put aside these questions and turned to Qinghe who was serving her. "Accompany me to visit mother later."

Qinghe quickly put down the work in her hands and worked with Qingzhu to prepare the things that Huaying would need for bathing and changing clothes.

In Zuijiangyue Restaurant, Dongxue wandered on the third floor for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to knock on the door of Fu Shiyan's study.

Hearing the voice from inside allowing her to enter, she pushed the door open, bowed to Fu Shiyan, and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Fu, where has Sister Huaying been these days? Every day when I get home, I visit your house, but I haven't seen Sister Huaying. Did something happen to her?"