Wrapped in Li Yun's cloak, Ming Lingyi didn't feel the cold too badly. But as she looked at Li Yun, who had taken off his cloak and was now clad only in a set of riding clothes, she pursed her lips. 'I can't just leave him out here on the mountain.'
"It's freezing out here. Would you like to come to my home for a cup of hot tea?" Ming Lingyi asked.
A glint appeared in Li Yun's eyes. "So you do have a conscience after all."
In truth, before coming here, Li Yun had already prepared himself to be turned away at the door by the Ming Family.
After all, he was no stranger to this sort of treatment back in the Capital City.
He was used to it.
Ming Lingyi was speechless.
She had left alone, but she returned with someone else.
The current steward of the house was the same old steward who had served in the Ming Mansion in the past.
When the steward saw the man accompanying Ming Lingyi, his eyes widened in shock. Once he realized who it was, he instinctively moved to kneel.
