C7 The Letter in the Book

"Ninth Madame found it funny."

"Tomorrow when we bring it to the palace, everyone will see it. Maybe it is to praise the beauty of the person in the painting, or to praise the craftsmanship of the painter."

"How can there be any art of painting? It's just an honest painting."

Just as I was being courteous, a servant ran over from outside the door. "Ninth Madame, Prime Minister invites you in."

It's my father. He came really quickly. It really wasn't the right time. I haven't asked Ninth Madame about Lyi Ann yet, but I can't. After all, no one can stop my father's authority in the Prime Minister's Estate.

"Yun Qier, please sit for a while. I'll be right there."

"Ninth Madame, quickly go and do your work. I will be leaving after I sit for a while."

"Zi Qing, go and take out the Longjing Well I left behind a few days ago. Take good care of Miss Seventeen."

I smile, it has been a long time since someone called Miss Seventeen. I still feel a bit awkward when I hear it. The 17th young lady definitely has such a name.

Seeing Ninth Madame walk out of the door, I was not in a hurry to leave. I quietly sat at the table and tasted the tea. The fragrance of the tea in the room was very quiet. The maids who were close to Ninth Madame all followed her out. The people at the side were all unfamiliar faces. I saw a book on the table. I took it over and opened it. There was actually a letter sandwiched in it.

His heart was in a mess as he looked around. "All of you can leave. I'll read the book for a while."

The maidservants answered and left. There was nothing unusual about it. Ruo Qing also left to find someone to talk to.

I unfolded the letter on the book and quietly read it. Normally, I wouldn't bother with other people's business. But today, I keep thinking that there might be news about Lyi Ann in the letter. I can't miss such a good opportunity.

As expected, it was a letter from Wu Zhao.

Every word that was written caused my heart to palpitate.

It turned out that Wu Zhao had been plotted against on the way back to the capital with Lyi Ann. Lyi Ann was injured and had lost the money from the Prime Minister's Estate. He was currently recuperating in the inn.

Thinking about it this way, even if he came back, based on his father's temper, he would still be in danger.

However, on that rainy night, I clearly saw Wu Zhao return. Since he came back, why did he send a letter?

Could it be that I was mistaken that night? The person who raised the lanterns that night wasn't him, but someone else?

Many things, even if I saw it with my own eyes, wouldn't necessarily be true. Besides, I was only guessing based on my figure. Perhaps, I was wrong.

As for Lyi Ann, he was in danger. Now, only Ninth Madame could save him.

Father still did not know of such a big matter until now. Ninth Madame could suppress it for a moment, but she could suppress it for a moment. If he could not live for another lifetime, he would have to find those silver taels first in order to save Lyi Ann's life.

After folding the letter, he still put it back into the book. Ninth Madame did not guard against me and followed me. This kind of intention made me confused and hard to guess.

Could it be that she knows my heart?

So, she deliberately helped to call Lyi Ann.

No matter how good she and I are, we are not related by blood. There are some things that I need to figure out.

I got up and called Ruo Qing. I instructed the maidservants to pass the message to Ninth Madame that I am not feeling well. I will withdraw first and come to see her another day.

When I returned to Luoxuan Pavilion, I hid on the bed and carefully thought about it. That letter made my heart even more anxious.

Ruo Qing still brewed the medicine and bird's nest. That night, I suddenly have an appetite. Only with spirit and energy could I think of a way to save Lyi Ann.

Ruo Qing didn't say anything, but I could tell that she was also delighted when she looked at me.

At night, a message came from the Palace: Tomorrow, I will enter the Palace with Ninth Madame. To think that the Empress would also want to make a painting for her because of my painting skills. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

I am merely the Seventeenth Miss of the Prime Minister's Estate. How can I be a painter?