She sat up in bed. A pale white undergarment robe covered her tiny body, her soft and glossy black hair was draped over her shoulders, and after a night of tossing around, the even bangs were messily parted to two sides, revealing a tiny cinnabar birthmark between her eyebrows. Between Ah Luo’s eyebrows there was a dark red beauty mark, but the bangs usually covered it, so it wasn’t normally in view. Only during the moments that she was just waking up, it could occasionally be seen.
Jin Lu thought this birthmark was extremely pretty, right between the brows, enhancing Wei Luo’s fine facial features. She resembled the young children by the lotus flower Bodhisattva*. Her age was still small, but when she grew up, who knew how stunning she would turn out to be.
Wei Luo stood in front of her, waiting obediently with both arms spread, so she could change her clothes. She said with a sweet smile: “I was thinking of what to eat for breakfast. Jin Lu elder sister, Ah Luo wants to eat sweet red bean paste rolls.”
Jin Lu laughed as she gently helped her dress, “Fifth master knows that Miss likes to eat that, he already had the kitchen prepare it a while ago. Once Miss is properly dressed, I’ll bring you to eat.”
Wei Luo was startled, also thinking she had misunderstood.
Before, Wei Kun was always busy, he rarely had his meals together with Changhong and her. Even if they ate together, he’d be in a hurry to finish and run to the Imperial Academy. There had never been a case like today, where he would especially wait for her to have breakfast.
What happened?
Did he feel too guilty because of Madam Du, that he wanted to make it up to her?
Wei Luo didn’t know she had only guessed half of it. Wei Kun not only wanted to make it up to her, he planned to take care of her personally in the future. He had thought it out well. The books from the Imperial Academy, he could take home to read. It would be good enough to only go there for his exams. That way he could free up a lot of time to look after Wei Luo and personally bring her up.
Curious, Wei Luo dutifully put on a cherry colored short coat with passion flower patterns, and a light yellow skirt, and then headed for the main house. Her hair was tied with red silk ribbons in a bow-knot, the loose ends hanging by her ears. As long as the wind blew, the red ribbons would brush against her face, only to reveal eyes curved like the crescent moon*, quick-witted and cute.
When she reached the entrance to the main house, she heard Wei Zheng’s voice coming from inside: “I’m not eating! If Daddy doesn’t let Mother return, I won’t eat!”
Taking a look, she saw three people sitting at the round red sandalwood table with black and gold lacquer. Wei Kun was sitting in the middle impassively, on his left side was Changhong, on his right — Wei Zheng. Wei Zheng didn’t want the maidservants to wait on her, threw the chopsticks down, and looked at Wei Kun with a pout.