Return of the Swallow

f greeting.
“This subject greets Your Majesty.”

The maids also followed suit.

Drenched in sweat, Weichi Yan leaned against a small tree to catch his breath.
He waved off Qin Yining.
“Rise, all of you.
No need to stand on formality.”

The Qin fourth miss rose and asked respectfully with a bowed head, “What brings Your Majesty here?”

Weichi Yan panted a bit more before regaining some of his breath.
“We heard that your family’s manor was overrun by a mob, but no one from your family could be found.
This was greatly worrying, so We investigated and learned that you had long since moved here with the rest of your clan.”

He raised his head to look at the painted walls and black tiles of Ning Park.
The emperor frowned with displeasure when he recalled that this residence had been a gift from Pang Xiao.

Yet there was nothing he could find fault with Qin Yining for.
She was just a weak girl, and if she hadn’t made arrangements for her family early on, the Qins would’ve been harmed by the mob.

Weichi Yan smiled mockingly at himself.
He was the emperor, but all he could do was starve everyday.
There was nothing he could give Qin Yining, so what basis did he have to pursue her? Would paintings or calligraphy feed the people?

“All of you are dismissed, We have words to exchange with Xuan Su.” Weichi Yan’s mood was much calmer when he waved off those around them.

Lu-gonggong and the palace guards backed away after making their bows, leaving Qiulu, Jiyun, and Bingtang no choice but to follow.
The premises was vacated for the two of them.

The emperor held onto the tree trunk, looking closely at the person who occupied his thoughts day and night.

She’d lost a lot of weight.
Her face was the size of a palm, but it only made her eyes appear larger and brighter.
A delicate nose seemingly carved of jade and beautiful lips enhanced her charm.
Though she wore skirts and tops of rough cloth, and her hair was done simply in one long braid, the lack of powder and rouge put her looks on further display.
It wasn’t something that beauties made of cosmetics could compare to.

So I still like her, and my heart still pounds when I see her.

A resigned smile crossed Weichi Yan’s face.
The nation was in peril, but here he was, still of a mind to think about things like this.
It was just that life had been too miserable lately, and he had no place to vent his bottle up feelings.

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