Ling Hua had not expected that the people from Marquis Duanjing's residence would only view Yan Qing's involvement as an offense towards her, completely dismissing the possibility of her having designs on him. She pondered how to encounter Yan Qing again before the marriage arrangement was resolved. To ensure future harmony, she needed to be more present and foster some affection.
Liuli was speechless about her mistress's thoughts and couldn't help reminding her, "Miss, don't get too carried away with your fantasies. Young Marquis Yan is like a flower on a high cliff, a plum standing solitary in the snowy landscape—untouchable. If you forcibly try to pluck it, you'll either freeze to death on the high ridge or fall off the cliff to your demise."
Ling Hua: "..."
She fanned herself with a round fan and glared at Liuli, "Can't you offer me some encouragement?"
Liuli was resigned, "Don't you think encouragement alone is useless?"