"Of course not, Lady Wei."
He caught sight of the longan shells and red date pits under the bed, and the smile on his face deepened.
Wei Ting walked over to the red-lacquered, rosewood round table in the room, sat down, and gestured for her to join him.
"There's so much food on the table. Come have some. You should fill your stomach first, or you won't have any energy later."
How could Ji Qingwu not understand the teasing insinuation in his words?
She asked, "Where is Lan Zhi?"
Wei Ting raised an eyebrow. "You mean that maid of yours?"
Seeing her posture, which suggested she would stand by the window all night if she didn't see Lan Zhi, Wei Ting good-naturedly called Xuemei in.
"Why isn't the lady's maid in the room?"
Xuemei answered respectfully, "Replying to the General, Sister Lan Zhi is halfway through brewing the medicine. There's just under half an hour left. She didn't feel comfortable letting someone else watch over it and said she'd be over right away."
