In response to Tang Jinse's sudden question, Fang'er replied without thinking, "Fang'er is not interested in those poems or paintings, so she wanted to sneak back and make some snacks for the lady."
The backyard was quite empty, and there were only two of them, master and servant, at the moment. Occasionally, there could be heard the crackle or two of unburned broken wood, which made people's hearts skip a beat.
"Yes, I understand." Tang Jinse nodded, seeming to agree with her statement.
She turned around, raised her delicate hand to tidy up Fang'er's slightly messy hair, and said with a smile: "You little girl, don't you love the liveliness the most? Or you suggested that I go to the Chrysanthemum Party held in Qingzhu Pavilion,
Are you right? Well?" His smile was as bright as the sun, but it was as cold as the twelfth lunar month.
She looked into Fang'er's eyes for a moment, waiting for Fang'er's answer.
"Little Miss..." Fang'er's eyes dodge, not daring to look directly at Tang Jinse.
Fang'er felt that her heart was about to jump out of her mouth, and her ears were filled with thunderous heartbeats. As time went by, beads of sweat slowly covered her forehead.
Under Tang Jinse's direct gaze, she knew that she could not hold on much longer.
"Tell me! Who ordered you!" Tang Jinse suddenly spoke, like cold rain falling from the sky.
With a bang, Fang'er knelt on the ground, her head lowered and her eyes red, "Miss..."
Tang Jinse closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her tone softened a little, and said sadly: "Fang'er, how did I treat you?"
Tears fell to the ground, and Fang'er said sincerely: "Although the young lady and Fang'er don't get along for a long time, the young lady treats Fang'er like a family member."
"Then tell me, who ordered you to do this!" Tang Jinse's tone was slightly excited, more like he was struggling with something.
Fang'er cried and kept repeating, "Miss, Fang'er is sorry for you, I'm sorry for you."
Seeing that she refused to speak, Tang Jinse suddenly calmed down, "Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't embarrass you. You leave the Hou Mansion and go as far away as possible. Never let me see you, ever."
Fang'er, who didn't want to be behind her, started kowtowing non-stop, "It's all Fang'er, everything is Fang'er herself, no one instigated her. The young lady scolded Fang'er for beating Fang'er, just don't drive Fang'er away, Fang'er begs you... everything
It's all Fang'er, no one is instigating it, everything is Fang'er, no one is instigating it..." The powerful sounds struck Tang Jinse's heart.
No one was instructing her, Fang'er kept emphasizing this sentence.
"You really didn't give any instructions?"
"Really not! Really not!"
"Hey." After receiving such an answer, Tang Jinse couldn't help but sigh heavily.
She turned around and helped Fang'er up. Looking at the purple bruise on Fang'er's forehead, she took out the ointment from her arms and stuffed it into Fang'er's hands, "You should think you have practiced Iron Head Kung Fu with such force!"
Fang'er was confused for a moment, but she still didn't forget to ask Tang Jinse, "If you don't drive Fang'er away...will you leave?" She asked cautiously, fearing that what she saw in front of her was just an illusion.
Tang Jinse smiled and nodded, returning to his usual warmth.
She explained a few more words to Fang'er, and then brought Fang'er back to the normal state as before, as if nothing had happened between the two of them.
She looked at Fang'er's leaving figure, her narrow beautiful eyes gradually narrowed into a slit...