Ye Qichi was waiting for Xiao Jinxing in his sleeping chamber.
For quite a while.
Xiao Jinxing, dressed in white brocade, was pushed out from behind a screen by Xiao Wu, his face as black as charcoal.
"Is this sachet a gift from Bai Mowan?" Ye Qichi lifted the sachet in her hand.
Xiao Jinxing, furious, said, "Who let you touch it! Give it to me!"
"Who'd fancy it anyway!" Ye Qichi returned it to Xiao Jinxing.
She pondered that this must be their token of affection, likely given to him by Bai Mowan after the palace banquet that night.
Which means while she was being assassinated, the damn Prince was busily engaged in romance.
Not angry.
Ye Qichi told herself, not to stoop to Xiao Jinxing's level.
After all, they will forget each other in the rivers and lakes sooner or later.
It's not worth harming herself over someone so insignificant.
"Aren't you leaving yet?!" Xiao Jinxing, safeguarding the sachet in his bosom, coldly said to Ye Qichi.
"Where is my cook?" asked Ye Qichi.
