"This is truly rare, how come Mr. Pei has time today?"
Without stepping outside the Great Ming Palace, one wouldn't know the city is filled with the essence of spring. The willow leaves are as tender as a baby's pinky, fresh and curving. Qi Zhaohua set aside her pen, donned a long robe, and strolled with the young man in the morning spring light. The drizzle had just paused, and the air was fresh.
"One can't be busy all the time." Pei Ye looked at the willow color. "Is Master Xu in the hall?"
"The Patron left a few days ago, probably going away for a while. This morning, I saw a note come in, suggesting she has already departed," Qi Zhaohua said. "Actually, there's nothing to worry about; the hall's affairs have long ceased to need the Patron's concern. I've been handling them this month."
"Don't you worry about not knowing where she's gone?"
Qi Zhaohua was slightly taken aback. "The Patron isn't often in the hall anyway, as she's often preoccupied..."
