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Qi Yu…

Qi Yu! Wasn’t it… Ming Ze’s words? Why was Ming Ze’s words carved onto the umbrella that her Ladys.h.i.+p was anxious about? As the bursts of thunder sounded outside, Fu Ling stood on the same spot as her mind went blank that she was not aware that the umbrella fell to the ground.

The heavy rain kept falling on this night, like the rain was pouring out from Heavens. Ming Ze could only stand at the porch for his night duty, leaning against the pillar as his eyes was focused on the courtyard as the rain hit the stone steps in a pitter pattering sound.

At this time, the door that had been closed suddenly opened up. Zis.h.i.+ (modern timing: 11 pm – 1 am) had pa.s.sed and this was the time to rest. Ming Ze straightened up in alert and stared at the door. When Fu Ling lean figure appeared, Ming Ze nerves eased. Sometimes when he was on duty at night, Fu Ling would prepare some snacks for him but not as late as today.

Ming Ze wanted to look away but noticed that Fu Ling was somewhat different today. The heavy rain that fell onto the stone steps splashed onto her dress but it seemed like she had no feeling of it as she stood in front of the house with red eyes staring at him strangely.

Ming Ze slightly frowned but he did not walk over and just stared back at her coldly.

“You and the Mistress were already acquainted right?”

The rain was heavy and Fu Ling’s voice was almost drowned by it but Ming Ze was trained in martial arts and naturally could hear her words. A cold look flashed on his face as Ming Ze slowly walked towards her but did not answer her question.

As Fu Ling stared into that pair of silent eyes, unsure if it was because of her getting fl.u.s.tered or angry, her voice started to shake, “That rainy night, it was you who gave the umbrella to Mistress so you were already acquainted earlier on and that day in the inner chambers, you hugged her…”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Ming Ze spoke lowly as his face turn grey, interrupting Fu Ling’s words.

Fu Ling also know that if these words were heard by others and what will happen next. She took a deep breath and did not continue speaking. Ming Ze saw that she had calmed down and did not want to explain it to her, so he turned around to leave but Fu Ling suddenly came forward and grabbed onto his sleeve.

“In fact the things you did before was not to help me but was helping her, is it not?” The other matters she could not ask but this matter she wanted to know and wanted to hear an answer.

Ming Ze’s brows knitted up again. In the beginning he did not want to help Fu Ling but because she was Qing Feng’s personal female official, he paid more attention to her. Afterwards… Afterwards, he found that she was a very good person who take her work seriously and very sincere to others, thus his interest increased.

But… What was a good answer for this question?! Ming Ze’s mind was inexplicably irritated.

Ming Ze’s silence was to Fu Ling a silent acknowledgement. No wonder he often help to rescue her from difficult situation but still treated her coldly. Previously she comforted herself as her personality was originally this cold and because of his cold personality he still helped her countless of times and warned her, if there was no other feelings involved, why would he have done it.

It turned out that everything was only her own wishful thinking.

Fu Ling felt that she was so silly and had showered affection on an uninterested party for too long. Fu Ling thought self-deprecatingly that he must have found her funny.

Loosening his sleeves in her hands, Fu Ling turned around and ran into the house.

Ming Ze was still thinking of how to answer Fu Ling’s question when the next moment his sleeves loosen and the door in front of him was slammed shut.

That night, Ming Ze stared at the closed doors and listened to the rumbling of the thunder outside and his heart weirdly was unable to settle down.

“Ah—“

In the rainy night with continuous bursts of thunders, a scream suddenly sounded. Qing Feng sat up on her bed in the dark. Her face was pale and her forehead was filled with sweat. Her long hear was wet and stuck onto her neck. Because of her panic, she kept gasping and her throat was so dry like it would be set ablaze.

“Your Ladys.h.i.+p?! What is the matter? Was it a nightmare?” Ru Yi clasped her outer tunic as she entered the inner chambers. When she saw that Qing Feng still had a unsettled look on her face, she quickly poured a cup of water and brought it to the front of the bed, “Your Ladys.h.i.+p, please drink some water.”

Qing Feng’s hands were still trembling and when she took the cup over, she hastily poured it down her throat. After downing two cups, her dry throat felt much better and her heart gradually settled down. Handling the empty cup to Ru Yi, Qing Feng softly said, “It’s alright. You… You can withdraw.”

Ever since Prince Zhi’s premature death, her Ladys.h.i.+p did not let anyone stay at the study to wait at night, thus Ru Yi had no other choice but to withdraw from the house.

Qing Feng lay on the bed and she could not fall asleep again. She just dreamt that she had went back to the dark days in the Imperial Prisons. The surroundings were cold and dark and a cold hand reached out to grab both her arms and legs pulling them apart. Just as she was unable to struggle out, a foot suddenly kick towards her stomach ferociously–

Qing Feng suck in a breath of cold air as she held her stomach tightly, unwilling to enter the memories of the dream. Why would he dream of the Imperial Prison again? Was it because Fu Ling told her that she was pregnant, thus making her scared and triggering her this nightmare? Will this nightmare be real?

Suddenly a vague figure appeared in her mind. It was that female in the Imperial Prisons. Who… Exactly was she? Why was she imprisoned there for so many years? Qing Feng was suddenly interested in her and perhaps she should go over to take a look at her.

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