Ji Qingwu lay on her back in the grass, a heavy little fellow in her arms.
She called out softly, "Young Master Yuan Heng."
Zhao Yuanheng gave a solemn hum of acknowledgment. "It's me."
He had only just heard from the little eunuchs today that Ji Qingwu had come to the palace.
Recently, she'd been appearing around his father frequently.
During the day, Yuan Heng had spent a long time peering at the entrance of Diligent Governance Hall without seeing a trace of her. Later, he made a point of coming to the vicinity of Zhaoyang Hall to try his luck.
And he actually did.
He hid behind a tree and tailed Ji Qingwu all the way. He saw her crouch on the ground as if tired from walking, her shoulders trembling, though he couldn't tell what she was doing.
Yuan Heng assumed she was crying.
He hadn't expected to startle her. He had tried to grab her, but he simply wasn't strong enough.
