Le Yao saw that the Third Prince was not the same person she had been spending time with these days, and it greatly shocked her. She staggered as if escaping outward, feeling herself a joke, a fool, who believed whatever others told her. Tales of Tao Hua, Aunts, concubines—all of it was fake, deceitful.
With Le Yao in such a state, Lin Wei was, of course, unable to remain at ease. She looked up at Ruochu on the second floor and then quickly followed Le Yao out.
Ruochu shook her head and sighed, also descending the stairs. This fool, she truly had been deceived.
"Sister Chen, are you, are you alright?"
When Lin Wei caught up, Le Yao had already hidden herself in a corner, squatting with her shoulders tightly hugged and her face buried in her arms, looking just like a frightened ostrich.
Lin Wei's heart ached, her pearlies tightly clenched on her own lip, somewhat regretting that she had to reveal the truth in such a manner.
