Qing’er entered the room with a worried face, placed the food box on the table, and gently said, "Miss, please eat something!"
Tang Ling’er, who had locked herself in the room for several days, shook her head blankly, "No, I’m not hungry!"
"Miss, I know you’re feeling distressed, but one must eat," Qing’er said softly.
Tang Ling’er smiled faintly, then turned her head and continued writing.
Qing’er stepped forward and saw the densely written papers covered with Xue An’s three short poems.
"Miss..." Qing’er’s voice choked up when she saw this.
Tang Ling’er remained silent, still quietly writing, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Just then,
noisy footsteps were heard in the courtyard, and then Tang Sheng hurried into the room, his face brimming with excitement.
"Ling’er, look what this is?"
As he spoke, he waved a letter in his hand.
Tang Ling’er stared blankly, "What?"
"This is a letter just sent from the Eastern Palace, personally written by Sir Xue to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ling’er rushed forward, snatched the letter, and unfolded it to inspect.
The room fell silent.
Joy filled Tang Sheng’s face.
Regardless, as long as the sir still remembered Ling’er, it was good.
Now, Tang Sheng naturally couldn’t entertain any other thoughts, considering the vast gap in their strength and status.
But if he could use this connection to attach himself to Xue An, the status of the Tang Family would be incomparable to its current standing.
Therefore, he too was very concerned about what was written in the letter.
At this moment, Tang Ling’er stared at the letter, tears streaming down her face.
Tang Sheng and Qing’er were both startled.
"Miss, what did Mr. Xue write?"
Tang Ling’er shook her head, then treasured the letter in her bosom, "Nothing, he just asked me to come to the Eastern Palace tomorrow!"
Tang Sheng was overjoyed, "Could it be that he wants to take Ling’er as his bride?"
Tang Ling’er gave her father a cold look.
Tang Sheng scratched his head awkwardly, "Ahem, I suddenly remembered there are still some matters to attend to, I will leave first!"
Saying this, he left the room, but his inner joy was clearly overflowing.
Qing’er hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, leaving the room as well.
Tang Ling’er sat blankly in front of the mirror, looking at the mirror image of the girl who, though slightly haggard, was still as beautiful as a flower.
The letter from Xue An was written very simply.
But this short letter stirred up a storm in Tang Ling’er’s heart.
Because Xue An frankly told her,
the Xue An who had been her childhood playmate had actually died long ago.
He himself had come from the outside world.
Tang Ling’er used to think that Xue An’s impressive abilities stemmed from some fortunate adventure over the past decade or so.
But now she realized that the Xue An who had shocked the entire Tiansheng Capital was actually another person.
This completely unsettled Tang Ling’er’s heart.
She didn’t know if her feelings for Xue An were based on that childhood playmate, or on the talents and strength of the current Xue An.
"The outside world..." Tang Ling’er murmured softly, her eyes gradually brightening.
Although just five words, Tang Ling’er read much into them.
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