"I almost forgot, Xia Wenxu came to the Medicine Hall looking for you today. He insisted that you must attend the birthday feast at the Yun Residence in a few days. When did you meet him?" Ye Beiming informed Yun Sheng of Xia Wenxu's visit, his words carrying a hint of inquiry.
Of course, he didn't tell Yun Sheng about the provocation and mutual disdain that had transpired between them.
Xia Wenxu insisted that she must attend the Yun Residence's birthday feast?
Could it be that something significant is going to happen at the feast?
Yun Sheng was playing the lute when she heard the news, and her hands faltered.
The sharp strings cut a wound across Yun Sheng's delicate white fingers.
Ye Beiming's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he reached out to grab Yun Sheng's fingers.
The smear of red on her fingers slowly spread out to view.
Yun Sheng was about to say it was nothing; she had the Shennong Medical Bracelet, and such a small wound was insignificant.
