The Emperor did not say anything anymore. The two people held back their voices and the atmosphere became quiet. Each of them had their own various thoughts. Both remained silent. Quietly sitting face to face.
Roughly some times after nine in the evening, Xiao Bao put down the curtain and told him: “Master, just now, His Majesty has just left.”
The Blind Concubine answered him lightly. Lying on the bed as if all over his body from head to toe felt exhausted. His sleeves were rolled up to his upper arms, revealing the many small bits of the scars.
Xiao Bao pulled and tugged the quilt for him, “Master, you can’t keep this up. You are torturing yourself for nothing. Please just relax yourself.”
The Blind Concubine did not make any sound.
Xiao Bao told him: “I will go to deliver a letter tomorrow. To ask for the servant from the General’s residence to bring Yu Li here. Once Master sees Yu Li, your mood will be better for sure.”
The Blind Concubine thought about his beloved cat, his face leaked out a hard to come by smile, “Very well.”
Five years ago in the winter, he picked Yu Li up from the little yard’s gate at the Cold Palace.
At that time, Yu Li was still a small kitten. Very small. Its fur was withered and yellowish, still couldn’t open its eyes.
He took the small kitten and embraced it in his bosom, using his own body temperature to warm it. For a very long time. After a very long while, the thin and frail body in his bosom little by little starting to show some reaction. It emitted a very low crying sound.
The sound was very mild, seemed like a delicate thread of silk and satin. He almost couldn’t hear the voice.
Xiao Bao was searching inside and outside the yard for its nest, but still couldn’t find the cat’s mother.
It was still a very small kitten but already abandoned by its mother. Xiao Bao was afraid that it couldn’t make it alone.
But The Blind Concubine couldn’t let it be. Whatever it was, it was still a living being.