Hong Ling honestly replied, "The breath is faint, but he is still alive."
Liu Wensheng was silent for a long time, then lifted his hand, "I see, you may leave now."
Hong Ling bowed her head and quietly exited.
Clutching her sword, she still pondered, was it her misperception?
Why did it feel like the master cared so much about the person he brought back this time?
As she reached the garden, suddenly a burst of laughter and playfulness reached her ears.
Hong Ling's thoughts were interrupted, and she couldn't help but frown, turning towards the culprit.
Song Ting was pulling several younger maids to play hide and seek with him.
Meanwhile, Qi Yu was sitting leisurely on a recliner nearby, flipping through a play script while sipping tea, enjoying her days in comfort.
Seeing her like this, an unnamed anger surged in Hong Ling's heart once again.
She, with the sword in arms, approached Qi Yu and spoke coldly, "Princess Qi indeed lives at her ease."
