Du Peifang thought she would return empty-handed again today, and might even be reprimanded by the Lord.
Unexpectedly, by a stroke of luck, she softened the Lord's heart.
She pinched her thigh and squeezed out a few more tears.
Only then did she take the food box from the maid's hands, walking gracefully into the study.
Duke Xie leaned against the chair, staring absent-mindedly in the direction of the door.
The events of the Dragon Boat Festival had long spread far and wide.
The Imperial Concubine was Du Peifang's aunt, and not long ago, Du Peifang had been to the palace.
Seeing this, it seemed the Emperor did not intend to pursue the matter further.
But the Crown Prince and the Empress wouldn't think the same way.
Du Peifang was his concubine. Who knows if the matter would implicate the Duke Mansion...
Before he could think it through, he saw Du Peifang, dressed boldly, walking in with a food box.
All those thoughts were instantly cast away.
