The Hurdle to Chang Jie
"Thank you very much for your hospitality, 9th Wang Fei," I said, clasping her hands tightly in mine.
The Consort, who was left in-charge of the house since her husband left for the training site after breakfast with us, gave me a tired smile.
The three of us stood in the middle of the courtyard, trying to get the 9th Consort not to walk us out from courtesy.
Zheng gave me a look, before je bowed his head and heading to the entrance, claiming that he'll check everything with our men before heading out.
"Han meimei, let me give you some advice," the 9th Consort said in a tight voice when it just the two of us.
The kind-looking woman took my hands in a tight grasp, as though holding on for dear life with her brows furrowed. Her silver hair pins looked like they were weighing her down, and she was standing straight out of sheer will.
I looked at her in alarm, feeling her desperation. "Of course, Jiu Sao. Please speak."