"I'm crying for Madam. Such a fine poetry gathering, so many cultured scholars, such a beautiful garden,"
Xiuhe said with tears streaming down:
"Yet that person didn't come. No one knows where they are. I even planned to recite *Peony Pavilion* for all of you."
Lin Wanxiao's cheeks flushed upon hearing this. She couldn't help but think, even if it's for revenge, does she really need to be a faithless woman sneaking out for someone? What face could she possibly have now? She felt ashamed beyond measure, her eyes full of unspeakable sorrow.
Then she laughed at herself. All dressed up like this, that person still didn't come — how utterly absurd.
She stroked the sachet hanging by her waist and gazed absentmindedly into the distance. Her profile in the night was dazzlingly beautiful.
Xiuhe saw her and began crying even harder:
"A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her, Madam, but now — who are you longing for?"
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Inside the Prince Mansion.
