Amused by Yuan Heng's reaction, a slight smile finally touched Ji Qingwu's lips.
"There was a blade of grass."
She wasn't the type to take her anger out on the wrong person. She knew exactly who was to blame and who she needed to confront.
But the hour was growing late, and she needed to get back to Cining Palace soon.
As she looked at her surroundings, however, she realized she didn't recognize the way back. Her only hope was Yuan Heng.
"Young Master, do you know the way back to Cining Palace?"
Yuan Heng said profoundly, "We'll just wait for a Palace Attendant to pass by and ask them."
He didn't know the way either. Ji Qingwu stood at a fork in the path.
She asked, "We were in the bushes for so long and didn't see a single person pass by. What if no one comes?"
Yuan Heng said, "They will. Little Shunzi will come looking for me."
Ji Qingwu remembered him—the eunuch who looked after the little prince.
