"This matter will have to trouble you, elder sister, to personally take action. During these days of staying in the Capital, bring me to as many banquets as possible to create opportunities for me to interact with Xue Ling. I'm different from other women—I'm straightforward, sincere, and have a blunt personality. When the time comes, I can get along with him like a brother, or even spar with him. Sister, that little concubine's maid doesn't have the ability to spar with him. He will surely find me very special!"
The two sisters were discussing this when Xue Ling had already walked away, holding Xue Mianmian in his arms.
The path through the garden was deep and secluded, with only palace lanterns hanging on both sides.
Xue Ling furrowed his brow.
The little girl in his arms was still crying, her sobs soft and fragile, like the helpless mewling of a kitten, which left him irritable and restless.
He set Xue Mianmian down on the ground and commanded, "Stop crying."
