Shangguan Qian wore a puzzled expression—killing pigs?
Was Prince Heng's preference really this peculiar?
The steward, observing Shangguan Qian's stunned silence, sighed inwardly before cupping his hands in farewell. "Miss Shangguan, if you truly wish to win His Highness's heart, you must strive in this direction."
Shangguan Qian remained rooted to the spot, unable to snap out of her daze for a long while.
...
Five or six days later.
The winter afternoon sun cast a warm glow, and the plum tree in the courtyard had begun to sprout buds. Two young eunuchs were trimming the weeds in the garden. Shen Wei, who disliked the cold, had little interest in admiring the blossoms. Moreover, her pregnancy made movement cumbersome, so aside from necessary walks and outings, she spent most of her days curled up in the warm pavilion, reviewing account books.
That day, Cai Lian delivered a letter.
