Xin He's delicate eyebrows knitted in slight frustration, "Hmm. You may leave now."
She wasn't much aware of the affairs in the Imperial Court, and didn't care to interfere too much.
The next morning.
While Xin He was taking breakfast, Shulan came in carrying a tray with three or five delicate nanmu boxes on it, "Miss, the jewellery that the old lady had ordered from Liufuxuan for you has arrived this morning. Would you like to take a look?"
While speaking, she brought the tray to Xin He's side. Xin He wasn't too interested in jewellery, but it would be impolite to reject the old lady's good intentions. She casually picked up a box from the pile and opened it to find a conspicuous note lying on top of several golden hairpins.
"Mingyuhu, waiting for you."
From the vigorous strokes of the message, she could guess the writer without even having to think about it.
What was this man playing at now?