Jiang Si glanced at Yu Jin and said, “What do you think?”
Yu Jin sighed, “I’m just saying this identity will only bring trouble.”
“So what do you plan to do?”
“I still want to see if Uncle might accept it.”
“Well, you can try. But that’s my father – you can’t lose your temper and hit him,” Jiang Si cautioned, concerned.
Yu Jin laughed, “Listen to you. Am I that kind of person?”
Jiang Si silently rolled her eyes.
Wasn’t he exactly that kind of lawless person who dared to do anything when truly provoked?
“I really won’t. After all, he’s your father,” Yu Jin reassured.
Jiang Si relaxed somewhat.
“Wait for my news.”
Yu Jin leaned down and kissed the young lady’s fair forehead. His gaze lingered for a moment on her slightly reddened lips before he reluctantly climbed out the window.
The wind from outside rushed in, sweeping away the room’s amorous atmosphere.
Jiang Si stood by the window, silently looking out.
Beyond lay endless darkness. The stars in the sky shone with a cold light. With no moon visible, it seemed vast and desolate.
Yet Jiang Si’s unsettled heart found peace.
No matter how difficult or dark the path, when traveled with a kindred spirit, it wasn’t so frightening anymore.
“Asi,” a handsome, smiling face appeared at the window.
Jiang Si stepped back half a pace, furrowing her brow as she looked at the bright-eyed young man.
“So you really can’t bear to part with me.”
Those words made Aiqiao, who was about to enter, stop abruptly in her tracks, her cheeks burning.
Jiang Si neither refuted nor showed anger. Instead, she looked at him with a slight smile.
She had to admit, seeing the person she thought had vanished into the night reappear before her eyes put her in a good mood.
Her smile, however, left Yu Jin a bit flustered.
“It’s chilly by the window. Go to sleep early,” he said, closing the window himself before his silhouette quickly disappeared among the courtyards.
Aiqiao steeled herself and entered, “Miss, this servant will help you retire for the night.”
Jiang Si turned and walked back, sitting at her dressing table.
Aiqiao undid her hair for her.
The long, crow-black tresses cascaded down past her waist, gleaming like the finest silk.
Aiqiao took an ivory comb and began brushing her hair, stroke by stroke.
The ivory comb, the ink-black hair, and the young lady’s gentle features reflected in the dressing mirror under the dim lamplight.
Aiqiao couldn’t help but glance again and again.
“What are you looking at?” Jiang Si noticed, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Aiqiao, thinking of the words she’d overheard earlier, panicked and hurriedly made up an excuse: “The Miss is beautiful.”
Jiang Si seemed to see through Aiqiao’s thoughts and turned her head with a smile, asking, “Were you startled?”
Aiqiao’s face suddenly turned red.
Jiang Si rose and walked towards the bed.
Pillows and brocade quilts were still scattered on the floor.
When Aiqiao saw this, her face grew even redder, and she didn’t know where to put her hands.
If she just picked them up, wouldn’t the Miss be embarrassed?
Should she pick them up or pretend not to see them?
As she was struggling with this dilemma, she heard Jiang Si calmly say, “Pick up the things on the floor.”
Aiqiao hurriedly gathered the pillows and quilt, placing them on the bed.
“Go and rest,” Jiang Si said.
“Yes,” Aiqiao replied.
As she reached the door, Aiqiao suddenly turned back.
Jiang Si quietly watched her.
“Miss, you will marry Young Master Yu, won’t you?” Aiqiao asked anxiously.
Jiang Si looked at the nervous little maid and nodded slightly.
Aiqiao sighed in relief. Not daring to meet Jiang Si’s eyes, she hurried out.