"Son-in-law, please don't take it to heart. That night during the poetry gathering, Madam was merely chatting with Xiuhe in the room to relieve her boredom and reciting some lines from the Peony Pavilion. At the end, they opened a jar of wine, drank, and then fell asleep. When she awoke, the people in the manor said you had been here…"
"I was here?"
Upon hearing that, Chen Yi immediately understood. This must be a ploy from the people of the Cui Manor to deceive Lin Wanxiao.
"Exactly. They said you came to the poetry gathering later, but couldn't find Madam," Xiuhe said softly. "Later, Madam even dreamed of you."
It had been a simple, unremarkable statement, yet Lin Wanxiao's cheeks flushed red upon hearing it. Suddenly, her appearance seemed livelier, no longer the lifeless image of a courtly lady drawn on paper.
She murmured, "It was just a dream, that's all."
