Qi Yue returned to Baoyue Pavilion, Zhao Xiyan had not yet come back.
Worried that he might encounter some trouble, Qi Yue stood under the porch eaves looking in the direction of the Bamboo Garden.
Qinzhu stood by her side, incessantly urging her to desist.
"My lady, the Marquis will be fine, please go inside and rest!"
"In this half-day, have you heard any noise?"
"No," Qingzhu shook her head, certain, "Even if there were noises, the Marquis would come to no harm. My lady, please go inside. If the Marquis returns and sees you here, I don't know how he'll punish his subordinates again!"
Qi Yue suddenly turned around, her gaze at Qingzhu filled with more inquisition.
"Qingzhu, I've always forgotten to ask you. I heard you were once an old hand from Rishengchang. Why did you suddenly start serving as a bodyguard by your master's side?"
"Because I'm good at Qinggong," Qingzhu recalled, "At that time, I received a sudden order to protect the Marquis alongside Yunzhu."
