Looking at her fleeing figure, Chen Wei blurted out: “Are you hurt, Ah Rong? But why, when being Wang Qilang’s concubine is already a favor to your station in life?” At this point in her statement, she covered her mouth with her sleeve and felt some remorse for saying such blunt and unkind words. Nonetheless, when she stared after Chen Rong who could do nothing but flee away, she felt a little burst of happiness.
Chen Rong went into her bedchamber.
She took the whip down from the wall, cracked it twice in the air and ground out: “How I wish I could rip their mouths!”
Her anger lessened after the curse. She tiredly plopped down onto a chair and startlingly thought: Go to the lakeside tomorrow at noon, and bring my zither? That’s to say I will be seeing Wang Hong? And perhaps even other famous scholars?
At the thought of Wang Qilang, her hand balled into a fist as she swore to herself: Do not let him say or do anything that cannot be reversed this time.