Proofread by Yin Jing

　　The spring breeze caresses the face so gently and the suns.h.i.+ne gently sprinkles on the body, which makes people drowsy.

　　After returning to the mansion in the afternoon, Ling sits in front of the window for a long time with one posture. Qing'er asks a few questions but doesn't get her reply. She lowers her head and waits beside uneasily.

　　"You are very different today."

　　"Your Highness, tell me, it is good or not?"

　　"... So long as it is you, it is fine."

　　That the Crown Prince invited her to the Yuli Garden to discuss poetry was just his excuse to rescue her from predicament. Ling showed her gratefulness to him, but was disturbed by his words. "Wouldn't it be a waste of the chance of rebirth if I am as cowardly as my previous life?" Yan Ling sighs. Glancing at the setting sun, she closes the window.

　　Seeing this, Qing'er pours a gla.s.s of water for her, secretly praying that she would not find her real ident.i.ty. Yan Ling doesn't unmask her. She puts down the tea cup and rises to her feet, "How many days have Liyi been away to visit her relatives?"

　　With a crackling sound, the tea cup with a little tea in it breaks into pieces. Yan Ling frowns and looks at Qing'er who is at a loss and begins to doubt her.

　　Liyi, Ling's beloved servant maid, visited her hometown but returned with wounds all over her body. Later, when Ling got married, the prime minister's wife sold Liyi on the grounds that Liyi couldn't take care of her, which led to the result that she didn't have a trusted person around her until her death.

　　"What are you hiding from me?!" Looking at Qing'er's panic expression, Ling knows that something must have happened to Liyi. Perhaps in the previous life Liyi's injury was not caused by falling as she said!

　　Qing'er becomes pale and kneels down on the ground, "I, I don't ..."

　　"Ah," Yan Ling kicks up the debris of the tea cup near her feet, squats down and looks straight into Qing'er's eyes, "I just asked you how many days Liyi has been away. Why are you so nervous?"

　　The sharp eyes seem to be all-pervasive. Qing'er gasps and quivers, "I... I saw Liyi go to Qiongxin Court..."

　　Qiongxin Court?

　　Ling's expression becomes stern. She rises suddenly and rushes out of the courtyard. A moment later, she reaches the front gate of Qiongxin Court.

　　The maids at the door all change their complexion when Ling comes. They try to stop her on the ground that they need to let Yan Shuang know before she enters, but Ling pushes them away without a word.

　　"My Lady!"