On the covered walkway of the Qi Family's estate, two figures walked one after the other.
They maintained a very polite distance.
Neither Pei Yin nor Qi Xiuwei spoke first.
The chilly wind carried the fragrance of Hongmei, which wafted between them.
The scent was fresh and faint.
Pei Yin hesitated for a moment, looking at Qi Xiuwei's figure ahead of him.
He couldn't help but explain, "The Crown Prince was only pretending to have a headache. He was trying to help me smooth things over. I don't want to lie to you."
Qi Xiuwei didn't turn around, nor did she speak right away.
After a moment, her calm and gentle voice drifted back from ahead, carrying the plum fragrance with it.
"I know. It was obvious."
'If the Crown Prince really had a headache, why would his eyes be glued to Ningning?'
'He kept checking her expression, as if he was afraid she'd see through it and get angry.'
