Qin Muyan observed them, their faces pale and bodies frail from suffering, yet they all seemed joyful.
Even Wei Mingze's face wore a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
"How strange."
Qin Muyan paused, then turned and walked back into the hall.
The afternoon sunlight, carrying a touch of tender orange, fell inside the grand hall, casting a warm tint over the luxurious yet somewhat indifferent palace.
Qin Muyan stepped forward toward the center, where a young girl in a pale moon-colored dress lay on a chaise lounge. She was humming a tune and shaking her little head, a picture of innocence so earnest it made one yearn to shower her with affection.
Qin Muyan approached and caressed her cheek, "My dear girl, have you missed me during this time?"
Rong Yun had spotted him some time ago and was very excited. She particularly wanted to unveil the blanket and show him her belly immediately.
