From very far away, He Heng[1] had seen a procession of people in the garden but it had been too far to see everybody clearly. The woman at the very front, he didn't see clearly, but from her movements, he could tell he was unfamiliar with her.

"Ming He, can you see who is it at the front?" He had just left the royal court, and didn't want to spare the effort to deal with these women. After he spoke, he stopped in his steps, his expression of one who was fed up.

"Wang ye, this one sees that it seems to be a procession of Feng ce fei and Jiang ce fei," Ming He opened his eyes wide for a look before quickly lowering his head. He might be an eunuch, but he didn't dare to look straight at his master's women.

"Then who is it at the front?" He Heng squinted his eyes to look at the woman at the very front, "Doesn't look very familiar."

Ming He quickly raised his head again. The woman walking at the very front had an extraordinary aura. He didn't know what flowers were embroidered on that wide-sleeved silk dress but it seemed beautiful. For a while, he really didn't recognize who it was. He spoke hesitantly: "Maybe it's wang fei?"

Even Ming He himself didn't believe what he said, but other than wang fei, what woman in this fu dared to walk in front of a ce fei?

Hearing Ming He mention wang fei, He Heng remembered that woman with a soft personality. Her father was the Duke of Chang De, her maternal uncle was the Xiang Qing Marquis and also Supreme Justice of the Court[2]. Her birth was not in any way ordinary but she was raised to have that kind of personality. No wonder when his mufei[3] chose Qu shi, nobody tried to interfere.

Qu Qing Ju saw from far away what the original in her memory had feared, Duan Wang. His appearance was that of a twenty-year old, tall and of good posture. He was wearing a white robe edged in black, with a white jade coronet[4]. The first impression one would get would be that of a giant among men, a dragon among humans. After they walked closer, she saw that there was a hint of a smile on Duan Wang's face, but there was no mirth in his eyes.

Slightly bowing, Qu Qing Ju smiled and opened: "Wang ye has finished court, is there a need for nourishment?"

"Wang fei has recovered?" He Heng's gaze landed on that porcelain wrist, the red of the phoenix blood rock contrasting with the pale skin so that the wrist looked as though it would break with a touch.

"Thanks to wang ye's good fortune," Qu Qing Ju smiled falsely, using a handkerchief to wipe at the inconspicuous sweat on her forehead, "it is just that my body is weak and the taiyi had already ordered me to a diet. Who knew that the kitchen servants would only pay lip service and send restricted and oily foods. I was so angry at the time, I pushed them with a bit of a beating."

Jiang Yong Yu, hearing wang fei mention this incident to wang ye, couldn't resist looking at wang ye. She saw that the other's expression was normal, obviously not placing any importance on this type of matter.

It was true that He Heng didn't care for this type of incident but he was a bit surprised that wang fei was actually able to order and carry out a punishment. Even though he held no good feelings towards wang fei, but it wasn't that he would embarrass her in this type of situation: "To servants that won't serve faithfully, it wouldn't be a pity to throw them out."

"Wang ye's consideration is the great fortune of qie." If wang ye's personality was really what she hypothesized, he was a controlled and ambitious man. She lowered her eyes and face, not smiling at him any longer. In her past life, she was considered a successful manager. What type of man she hadn't seen before? This wang ye wasn't peerless in his beauty, she didn't care that much.

He Heng saw that the other had no intentions of speaking further and turned to his other women. He saw that while Feng shi's face had a smile, it seemed to hold traces of humiliation. He looked once at wang fei and saw she had lowered her head. At the end, he only nodded: "Since you have gotten better, it is beneficial for you to exercise outside." Finishing, he left behind the crowd of women for his study.

After He Heng left, Qu Qing Ju turned to look at Feng Zi Jin, her eyes slightly narrowed. She reached out with her right hand to lift a fine and glowing chin, and used a tone softer than silk, "This face of Feng ce fei, the more you look, the more you fall in love." Finishing, the thumb smoothed over the curve of the face until it felt Feng ce fei shudder before retreating. She used her handkerchief to scrub gently at her thumb and index finger, "That's fine, I'm tired. You can all leave now." Finishing, she held Jin Zhan's hand and turned to leave.

Feng Zi Jin looked at the handkerchief that wang fei had thrown to the ground after she took three steps away and her face, which usually held a warm smile, froze in anger. This was a great humiliation. What made her even more angry was that she had felt fear under Qu Qing Ju's gaze. What was Qu Qing Ju worth, how dumb and dull she was, that she dared treat her like this?!

At this moment she felt that the other three beside was having a laugh at her expense. She swept them, her face dark as she scolded: "What are you looking at, leave immediately!"

The two shiqie quickly took a bow before leaving, but Jiang Yong Yu, who was of the same rank as her, slowly opened her mouth and said: "Meimei[5] should return to your rooms early, I will leave first." Finishing, she didn't stay to look at Feng Zi Jin's expression as she turned and walked away.

"Qu Qing Ju!" Feng Zi Jin, with