Min Ming made her feelings clear now and felt as though she were in the throes of a passionate love with Yin Weiyin. With so much having changed, Chen Yi had become far more lenient towards her.
With time, Great Yin hadn't remained unmoving either. She had learned a good deal under Little Yin's guidance, enough to know how to follow Chen Yi's temperament, even against her will if need be. Thus, before her departure, she met Zhou Yitang again but said nothing.
Even if Zhou Yitang sat in the seat that originally belonged to her as a respectable lady.
The female crown bid farewell to everyone one by one, wrapped her sleeves tightly, and gracefully exited. Her elegant figure disappeared beyond the courtyard's gate, and the smoke-colored cloud pattern on her hairpin glinted brilliantly beneath the winter sunlight.
Zhou Yitang remained expressionless, turning her eyes to glance at Little Yin, who was preoccupied with the precision needed for preparing tea.
