Ling Feng was working when he was suddenly called by his superior.
A middle-aged man in royal blue official uniform was sitting at the table. When he saw Ling Feng coming, he immediately lost his temper.
Ling Feng was puzzled when he saw this.
"Please explain it to me." The man picked up the document on the table and threw it to the ground.
Ling Feng frowned.
If it was him in the past, how could he be so servile? But now it is different. He is just an editor, a minor official of the seventh rank. In this palace, except for the eunuchs and palace maids, anyone can step on him.
Ling Feng suppressed his frustration, took a few steps forward, bent down, picked up the document, and read it roughly.
"This...what does this have to do with me?" Ling Feng wondered.
It was the first time that Ling Feng saw the document in his hand.
"You're still making excuses!"
Without waiting for the man sitting at the table to speak, Lord Liao next to him spoke.
Lord Liao is Ling Feng's immediate superior, and the person sitting there is the highest-ranking official in the Hanlin Academy.
"Sir, Ling Feng is in charge of this document." Turning around, Sir Liao said to the man.
"this… "
"Do you know that as an editor of the Hanlin Academy, if you find errors in this file and report it to the emperor, how will the emperor punish you?" the man questioned Ling Feng angrily.
“The content of this article…”
"Master Ling, don't blame me for not reminding you. Since we have found you, it means that we have evidence in our hands. If you still quibble, you will not be scolded." Master Liao spoke in a low voice. While speaking, he looked forward and did not look at Ling Feng at all.
Ling Feng was now certain that he was taking the blame for Lord Liao.
But in the Imperial Academy, Lord Liao's words carry far more weight than his. Even if he had ten mouths, he still couldn't outspeak Lord Liao.
Ling Feng had no choice but to accept the punishment and rewrite the file.
"Liao Haibo, I have no grudge against you, why do you want me to take the blame?"
Coming out of the room, Ling Feng couldn't help but question Lord Liao.
"My official position is higher than yours. If I am punished, the consequences will be more serious than yours. It's just rewriting the file. You should hurry up and you can finish it today." Lord Liao answered calmly.
"Are you really not afraid that I will report it to the emperor?" Ling Feng was extremely angry.
"Can you see the emperor now?" Lord Liao glanced at Ling Feng out of the corner of his eye and sneered.
"You...!" Ling Feng was speechless.
"Don't forget, you are no longer the marquis you once were. You are just an editor in the Hanlin Academy, a minor official of the seventh rank. I want to make you happy, so that you can live an easier life every day. If you don't want to, I can also make it happen for you. But you will suffer in the Hanlin Academy in the future, so don't come to cry in front of me then."
After Lord Liao finished speaking, he smiled and then passed by Ling Feng.
Ling Feng stood where he was, his hands clenched into fists.
At noon, the sun came out outside.
The sunlight shone on her body, making her feel warm. Ling Qingwan almost fell asleep while standing.
But it’s a pity to stay at home in such good weather.
Ling Qingwan was wondering whether she should go out for a while, when suddenly the gatekeeper came over to report that Wei Xun was already waiting outside.
"What is he doing here?" Ling Qingwan muttered softly.
Maybe it was because Wei Xun often climbed over the wall to see her in the middle of the night, so Ling Qingwan was not used to him coming in openly through the door.
"Why do you care what the Seventh Prince comes for? It must be a good thing anyway."
Qiao'er moved quickly and pulled Ling Qingwan into the room.
Ling Qingwan was dazed and was dragged to sit in front of the dressing mirror.
Soon, Qiao'er helped Ling Qingwan pack up and urged her to go to the gate.
"Don't worry, I asked Mingyue to help talk to the prince. He won't be angry with you." Qiao'er said.
Ling Qingwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Although she was the one involved, Qiao'er seemed even more excited than her.
Those who knew thought that Wei Xun came to see her, while those who didn’t think that the person Wei Xun was waiting for was Qiao’er.
The two men arrived at the gate, and sure enough, Wei Xun's carriage was still there.
"Second Miss, please come this way." Wei Yi bent slightly, making way for Ling Qingwan to get on the carriage.
Wei Xun has been waiting for a long time.
When Ling Qingwan came in, he happened to look up. Coincidentally, their eyes met.
Qiao'er put light makeup on Ling Qingwan, making her look particularly cute. I don't know if it was the color of the rouge or Ling Qingwan's face was really red, but Wei Xun stared at Ling Qingwan motionlessly and found her more likable.
For some reason, he and Ling Qingwan had clearly known each other for a long time, but Wei Xun still felt moved every time they met.
Perhaps this is why he loves Ling Qingwan more and more deeply, Wei Xun thought.
"Is there something on my face?" Ling Qingwan felt a little helpless when being stared at.
"Yes." Wei Xun said with a smile.
"What?" Ling Qingwan frowned and reached out to wipe her cheek.
"Let me do it." Wei Xun grabbed Ling Qingwan's wrist.
He leaned forward slightly, held Ling Qingwan's head, and then kissed her on the forehead.
Ling Qingwan's cheeks suddenly turned red and she felt extremely shy.
"I'll take you to fly a kite."
Seeing Ling Qingwan at a loss, Wei Xun changed the subject.
Ling Qingwan was startled and looked towards Wei Xun's side.
Sure enough, there was a peacock-shaped kite next to it.
Ling Qingwan suddenly remembered that the last time they met, Wei Xun had promised her that he would take her out to play in a few days.
"You must be exhausted from dealing with affairs in the mansion these days." Wei Xun put his arm around Ling Qingwan's shoulders and held her in his arms.
"Yeah." Ling Qingwan responded.
These days, people around her often asked her if she was tired, and Ling Qingwan always answered that she was not tired. Only in front of Wei Xun, Ling Qingwan was unwilling to show off.
Given her personality, how could she give in so easily? Ling Qingwan herself had never thought that she had become so deeply dependent on Wei Xun without realizing it.
"We're still some distance away, take a rest." Wei Xun was very gentle.
"Okay." Ling Qingwan rested her head on Wei Xun's shoulder.
She did not sleep, but just leaned obediently in Wei Xun's arms. The two of them understood each other tacitly and did not speak until they reached their destination.
Looking ahead, there was a vast grassland with pedestrians passing by from time to time. It was lively yet not noisy. Wei Xun and Ling Qingwan found an empty corner and flew kites.
In late autumn, the sunshine was accompanied by a gentle breeze, and Ling Qingwan felt warm all over, feeling very comfortable.
The kite flew higher and higher.
Ling Qingwan held the rope, and Wei Xun held Ling Qingwan's hand. The two ran happily on the grass.
Looking at the sweet smile of the person next to him, Wei Xun seemed to have never been so happy.
“It fell!”
He was thinking about Ling Qingwan when he suddenly heard her voice. Wei Xun withdrew his thoughts and raised his head again. The kite was shaky and fell to the ground.
Surrounded by trees, Ling Qingwan didn't know where the kite had landed, so she could only search in the general direction.
"My Lord, Miss Ling Er."
In front, Song Zhicheng and Xu Yuanyuan walked side by side. In Xu Yuanyuan's hand, she was holding Wei Xun's kite.