As for Song Meiqin, she went to stay in the West Wing by herself.
That night, Lu Yuan and Su Liyan didn't get up to anything. For one, they were a bit tired, and for another, they just weren't in the mood.
Of course, it was also cold.
They weren't even allowed to burn Spirit Stones here, just a small charcoal brazier underneath.
They couldn't be bothered to move.
...
The next morning, everyone had breakfast together in the East Wing.
The food was still delicious; after all, the cook was someone Aunt Zhao had brought from her own residence.
Just like always.
But even though the food was just as delicious as ever, no one could taste much of anything today.
When Song Meiqin arrived this morning, her eyes were red.
It seemed the old hag had nothing better to do that morning. She had taken a stroll through the courtyard, and upon seeing that Song Meiqin wasn't up yet, couldn't resist making some nasty remarks.
You couldn't really blame Song Meiqin for it.
