Luo Qing Chen put down the high hair bun that the previous host had and sat in front of the mirror with a short hair bun that young girls liked.
She was wearing light makeup, not heavy makeup like the previous host. She wouldn’t make it as heavy as she did in the future, she would make it light just like this.
“Miss truly is beautiful. This servant is this old and has never seen such a beautiful miss before.”
“Right, right! Our master really has good eyes. There’s no need to find a woman as a companion unless it’s a beauty like this.”
The girls all complimented her with every word. Although most of it was just flattery, she was very happy listening to it.
In the evening, Feng Qian Che returned as promised.
The trace of sadness on his face had disappeared. It seemed like he had already taken care of the Green Wood Temple assassination matter.
When he came in, he saw Luo Qing Chen standing in the back garden, staring at the peach blossom trees. Although her face was calm, he couldn’t help being stunned.
He saw her in that moon white silk satin skirt with a pair of cloud embroidered shoes and a peach blossom hairpin inserted in her long hair, along with the wedding bell he gave her at her waist.
With a breeze, the wedding bell rang out with a crisp sound.
Luo Qing Chen could feel that someone was looking at her. When she turned around, he met his deep as ink eyes.
“I’m back.” He revealed a faint smile, slowly moving towards her. He gently picked off the petals on her head and said, “Why are you so fascinated by these flowers?”
“I’ll tell you a story!” Luo Qing Chen looked up with a touch of sadness in her eyes.
This story didn’t come from her, but from the previous host.
When she was standing in the Eastern Palace’s back garden, she could still see the previous host’s experience over the past three years in the Rong Manor when she closed her eyes.
Every scene, every image, every blade of grass, every tree, it was all so clear.
Actually, it wasn’t that she wanted to think about it, but the previous host’s obsession was too deep.
She could understand her obsession. Three years, one thousand and ninety five days and nights, how hard it had been for her to survive alone.
But Rong Mu Ling never saw her endurance, her loneliness, or even the bit of goodness in her…..
“Based on your expression, I can guess that it is a sad story.” Feng Qian Che patted her head and said, “Don’t worry, I will have dinner with you tonight, you can slowly tell me.”
The crown prince’s Eastern Palace was a noble place and the dinner was very rich. She was eating the meat and fish dishes while telling him the story of the ‘garden filled with pear blossom trees’ in a casual voice.
Feng Qain Che seriously listened as his deep eyes flickered. He narrowed his eyes to look at her as he asked, “Are you envious?”
Luo Qing Chen thought about it and put the osmanthus cake in her hand in her mouth before looking at him to say, “Envious.”
This answer was said for the previous host. Those deep obsessions that were hidden in her heart, how she wanted to see the garden filled with peach blossom trees.
But she knew that this scene could only appear in a dream.
“Fool.” He gave a chuckle as his eyes turned gentle, “It’s just a story, don’t be sad.”
“I’m not sad! How do I look sad!” Luo Qing Chen shook her head, “I’m just feeling aggrieved for that woman.”
Because she really……was too foolish and pitiful……