"Miss Qi? Miss Qi?"
She was deep in thought when Liao Ye's voice suddenly arose, startling the little bird named Zhao Xiyan perched at the tip of her heart into flight.
Looking up, Liao Ye was staring at her with a baffled expression.
Liao Ye was only fourteen or fifteen, likely malnourished, which made her appear somewhat frail.
This hardly seemed like someone Song Chengye would send to surveil her.
"Miss, what is the matter? Are you feeling unwell? Should I go back and tell Princely Heir Song to come another day?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than the maid, Zhu Ye, excitedly chimed in.
"Miss Qi, in my opinion, it's best you go meet him. Perhaps the Princely Heir is delivering a message from the Prince. If you do not go, I fear the Prince might be displeased. Don't forget, it's the Prince who is protecting you now."