The wind outside was a bit chilly.
Qin Mo wrapped her arms around herself, and leaving behind the noisy opulence, the scent of perfume and beauty, she found the air much fresher. A gentle breeze blew past, lifting the wayward strands of her hair. She couldn't help but close her eyes, enjoying the fleeting moment of tranquility.
But someone didn't want her wishes fulfilled.
Faint voices carried over from nearby, close but just around a corner.
Qin Mo inadvertently heard a familiar name and didn't manage to walk away in time.
"Madam Ji."
Lin Ruyi called out obediently, clueless as to why Madam Ji had called her out alone with such a mysterious air.
"You're a good girl."
Madam Ji held her hand, sizing her up, growing more content with each look, particularly pleased with her ample behind, which boded well for birthing sons. Madam Ji was a woman of traditional values, impatient to hold a grandson in her arms and also dissatisfied with Qin Xue, so she sought out Lin Ruyi.