Consort Ling awoke to find herself lying on a bed, her clothes had been cleaned and changed, and her wounds were treated. She placed a hand on her wound and sat up from the bed. The smell of disinfectant lingered in the room as she headed towards the living room, searching for her clothes. It was only after hearing the playful laughter of a girl from another room that she began to take stock of her surroundings. After a moment's hesitation, she knocked on the door.
Xiao Lin unwillingly uttered a low curse, releasing Xia Xue and retreating to the side of the door. Who was so inconsiderate to ruin his good mood? "Consort Ling?" Xiao Lin looked shocked at Consort Ling standing outside the door; her speed in waking exceeded his expectations.
"Qing Yi is missing." Consort Ling wasn't one to talk much. Although his interruption at this time might irk Xiao Lin, he believed that Qing Yi's disappearance was more important than anything else.
