'Wei Ting told me my father would be fine. Was his real intention to reassure me?'
'Or did he just not want me to get involved?'
Ji Qingwu mulled it over and over, but her conclusion was the same: 'Wei Ting is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He's definitely up to no good!'
But she trusted the Emperor's message. Her father would be fine.
After her bath, Ji Qingwu lay down on the fragrant, soft bed.
Even though she was still within the palace walls, she could feel a difference.
She had slept in a bed in Zhaoyang Hall and in the attic of Handan Hall, but here in Cining Palace, she couldn't sleep soundly. She tossed and turned, unable to drift off.
She was furious. 'It must be because Wei Ting's sudden appearance gave me such a fright.'
After thoroughly cursing Wei Ting out in her mind, she did, in fact, feel much better.
Just as she had finally managed to fall asleep, she drowsily felt someone pinching her cheek.
