“Nu said, to receive the heart and soul of one person, to not separate until the heads turn white.” Yun Qing raised her head to look at He Heng, her eyes full of adoration.
“Then what are you doing now?” He Heng scanned Yun Qing in an interested manner from head to toe before his gaze, at the end, fell upon that pale while chest.
“Nu is truly in love with wang ye,” The tears in Yun Qing’s eyes glimmered, “If nu had the foresight to know what would happen today, nu wouldn’t have stayed in this wang fu in the very beginning.”
“Che,” He Heng raised his eyebrows and spoke to Ming He, “Remember tomorrow to remind ben wang to raise this woman to a tong fang. Send somebody to deliver her back. It’s very late, don’t alarm any others.” Finishing, he turned and walked towards the zheng yuan, not looking even once more upon Yun Qing who was still kneeling.
Ming He smiled and glanced at Yun Qing, “Nucai will remember.” He turned to follow.