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Her face stiffened, and she saw Chen Yi staring straight at her.

Dong Gong Ruoshu turned her head to glare at Yin Tingxue.

Her gaze was even more resentful:

"Why don't you have any breasts?!"

Yin Tingxue heard it again, her eyebrows drooping, and she frowned, feeling a burst of displeasure.

Even though she had the patience of a Bodhisattva, she couldn't help but feel irritated now.

She couldn't hold back and said, "He doesn't like them too big."

Chen Yi turned his head to correct her, "No, I do."

Yin Tingxue: "..."

The little fox pursed her thin lips, looking a bit aggrieved at him. Chen Yi chuckled, patting her head. Teasing her was always quite entertaining.

As the tension settled, Chen Yi's gaze returned to the concubine's body. Dong Gong Ruoshu slightly exhaled in relief.

It seemed he still cared about that concubine girl.

She blinked her eyes, moved her chair a bit farther, and avoided Chen Yi's line of sight.

Her tightly swollen chest felt uncomfortable; she struggled to tug her Kizi skirt upward to cover her cleavage, but unexpectedly...

Pop!

The button came loose...

Chen Yi turned his head at the sound, and the honeydew-white curve of her breast spilled out, visible under the candlelight with delicate textures shining through, even the peak...

He froze for a moment, staring directly ahead.

Just at this moment…

Lin Wanxiao was brought in by the palace maids.

............

A woman's emotions are so intricate that even she herself couldn't fully understand them, let alone someone like Lin Wanxiao, a young widow, whose thoughts were a chaotic jumble of tangled threads right now.

She didn't want to see him, yet she wanted to see him.

But in the end, deep down, she still wanted to see him…

After being widowed for an unknown period, she spent her days and nights sitting alone by her dressing table, staring at an increasingly pale face. The handmade embroidery stacked high like a mountain; for her, each day lived meant one less day.

She didn't know why she was even alive.

Those dozen or so days in her dreams were like a fleeting beam of light piercing through prolonged darkness.

Suddenly, she had someone she loved. When with him, she'd constantly care for him, adjust his collar and belt, occasionally laugh at his jokes. When parting, he even kissed her once.

Thinking of these moments, a flush of redness spread across Lin Wanxiao's pale face. Her heart tangled in knots as she held onto the sachet she'd made for him meticulously, stitch by stitch.

No matter what, as she drew closer to Yuan Chun Hall, her longing to see him grew stronger.

As she thought of seeing him again, she wondered... what was he doing at this moment?

Her thoughts churned as the palace maid led her nearer to Yuan Chun Hall. Lin Wanxiao caught sight of the familiar figure; even though it was just his profile,

He...

Oh,

He was staring at big honeydews…

Lin Wanxiao froze instantly in place, and her unspoken rage quietly ignited.

The cold wind brushed across her cheeks, and Dong Gong Ruoshu's face turned crimson in embarrassment. In her panic, she desperately tried pulling up her Kizi skirt, but the buttons kept snapping one after another.

Meanwhile, Chen Yi's gaze remained fixed.

Dong Gong Ruoshu was left on the verge of tears, her face burning with red shame. She used both hands now, but the more she tried to pull her clothes to cover herself, the less effective it became. Her eight-panel patterned Kizi skirt seemed deliberately orchestrated to burst apart before his eyes.

"Lady Lin has arrived."

The palace maid spoke crisply at that moment.

Lady Lin...

Chen Yi thought of someone; his head slowly turned towards the doorway, where a familiar, graceful silhouette entered his sight. As he looked at Lin Wanxiao, she, too, gazed back at him.

That familiar face entered her view, and Lin Wanxiao froze in place, her fingertips trembling.

"Hus..."

The word slipped from her lips before she caught herself. Quickly coming to her senses, she turned to Yin Tingxue and said:

"Madam, long time no see."

Yin Tingxue blinked, sensing something odd.

But she still nodded and said:

"Lady Lin, greetings."

Chen Yi looked at Lin Wanxiao, his lips moved slightly as though he wanted to speak, but no words came out. It seemed he understood what she had initially wanted to say, yet Lin Wanxiao remained rooted outside the door, not moving an inch.

Within Yuan Chun Hall, Xiao Chan frantically took off her cloak, and Dong Gong Ruoshu hastily accepted it, draping it over herself. Xiao Chan rushed to inquire what had happened.

Dong Gong Ruoshu turned her head towards the uninvited guest.

Lin Wanxiao met her gaze and recalled the earlier scene.

The young woman lowered herself slightly and greeted with a bow, "I… I hope I haven't disturbed the Qianhu's enjoyment of the scenery."

Her tone was calm, her gaze sweeping over Chen Yi before locking onto Dong Gong Ruoshu with a piercing stare.

In her eyes, there was hostility.

Yin Tingxue knew why.

The young woman also didn't have much in the way of breasts...

The palace maid guided Lin Wanxiao slowly inside. Dong Gong Ruoshu, cloaked in the outer garment, showed signs of panic and confusion in her wide eyes, whereas Chen Yi, seated opposite her, maintained a calm expression, though his gaze had grown more complicated.

Lin Wanxiao sat beside Yin Tingxue.

Chen Yi pondered for a moment, then spoke softly, "…I wasn't enjoying the scenery."

"Then I must have interrupted you," Lin Wanxiao said.

"Misunderstanding."

"I haven't misunderstood." The young widow suddenly raised her voice.

She was angry now; all the tangled musings that had been frustrating her during her walk here abruptly unraveled, drowned out by a surge of nameless rage.

People only wallow in melancholy when idle.

Lin Wanxiao turned to Dong Gong Ruoshu, her brows furrowed as she asked sternly:

"This young woman, how should I address you?"

Dong Gong Ruoshu was inexplicably nervous and softly answered:

"My surname is Dong Gong, my name is Ruoshu."

Lin Wanxiao smiled faintly:

"A fine name. I almost thought the young lady had a stage name, like someone from the flower houses."

?

Dong Gong Ruoshu's face turned even redder. She hadn't intentionally exposed herself.

Unreasonably jabbed at, Dong Gong Ruoshu felt indignant and shot back:

"Since Lady Lin is addressed as 'Madam,' you must be married then."

Lin Wanxiao's expression stiffened.

This was precisely her weak spot…

Yin Tingxue chose this moment to align herself with Lin Wanxiao, softly chiming in:

"I am also a Madam."

Dong Gong Ruoshu's face showed shock and confusion as she asked:

"So, both of your husbands are..."

"No!"

Lin Wanxiao quickly interjected.

Dong Gong Ruoshu furrowed her brows in suspicion, catching onto something, her anger subtly flaring.

Seeing her dressed plainly, like a widow, yet denying her marital status, what else could it be if not infidelity?

Reflecting on how someone so unrestrained could throw barbs of mockery, Dong Gong Ruoshu felt her temper escalate further.

And besides, no matter how things stood, she was slated to be officially wed to Chen Yi as the proper wife. What right did a mere paramour have to speak out?

A paramour acting as if she's the lawful wife, striding forth so aggressively—what was the meaning of this?

Therefore, she said, "If that's the case, I suppose Lady Lin has no connection to Chen Qianhu..."

Lin Wanxiao replied sharply, "I do!"

The moment she spoke, she regretted it. Wasn't this exposing herself as a lust-driven widow? Her own name carried the character "Chastity," yet now she was slandering her virtue. As the thoughts struck her, tears welled up in her eyes.

Chen Yi quickly glanced at Lin Wanxiao, seeing the tears begin to fall. He reached into his robe for a handkerchief but found none, so he turned his gaze to Yin Tingxue.

The little fox, intuitive as always, pulled a handkerchief from her chest pocket and gently wiped away Lin Wanxiao's tears. Though the widow continued to sob, she made no sound, only quietly weeping.

Seeing that she had made someone cry, Dong Gong Ruoshu's anger dissipated. Holding her garment close, she found herself unsure of what to do next.

Xiao Chan approached and spoke softly:

"Miss, please go and change your clothes. The new ones are ready."

Dong Gong Ruoshu, wishing to leave the contentious scene behind, nodded repeatedly and followed Xiao Chan's hurried pace deeper into Yuan Chun Hall.

Back at the tea table, Chen Yi watched Lin Wanxiao's tears fall like rain, a flood of emotions stirring within his heart.

He had once said, when she awoke from that dream, if she still called him her husband, he would never forget her.

Not forgetting her wasn't merely about remembering her—it was a promise.

If a man didn't care for a woman, he would certainly forget her in time.

Chen Yi stood up and slowly approached Lin Wanxiao's side, about to steady her trembling shoulders when she abruptly pushed him away,

"Go away!"

Her delicate hand pressed against him, yet how could Lin Wanxiao move him? Chen Yi steadied her trembling shoulders and said:

"I'm not leaving."

Lin Wanxiao's body quivered, tears still flowing, yet without realizing it, she leaned backward into his embrace.

Feeling her weight rest against him, Chen Yi's heart softened:

"I told you, I would never forget you."

"...I don't want to hear it."

"Whether you listen or not, what difference does it make to me? Chen Yi crouched slightly, wrapping her from behind. "Lin Wanxiao, it's never mattered."

Lin Wanxiao lifted her tear-streaked face, turning to glare at him, and with accusations trembling on her lips, said:

"You rogue, are you forcibly pursuing this?!"

Chen Yi drawled slowly, "Forcibly or not, not much changes. All I know is that... during those dozen days, you called me husband."

Lin Wanxiao suddenly had no retort. Distracted by her sobbing and muddled thoughts, she lacked the strength to struggle and could only allow herself to be held tightly by Chen Yi, sobbing endlessly as her cheek rested against his shoulder.

Chen Yi held her gently, lightly patting her shoulder, feeling her helpless yearning wrapped within her tearful embrace.

Lin Wanxiao unconsciously curled up and clung to him, the two leaning intimately against one another.

Yin Tingxue cupped her face, watching the scene with mixed emotions, occasionally glancing out beyond Yuan Chun Hall.

In the night, palace lanterns began to glow, and she spotted a figure clothed in fiery-patterned blue.

At that moment,

The Taichua Goddess Yin Weiyin had arrived.

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