Yun Lingxuan immediately clasped her hands to cover her scars, then took a deep breath and said softly, "Thank you, Tang Master, for your concern. I'm fine, just a little tired, farewell!"
With that, Yun Lingxuan stepped away.
Tuan'er turned back to glance at the sorrowful Tang Zheng, sighed slightly, and then quickly left.
In an instant, the spacious banquet hall was left with only Tang Zheng.
He stood there dumbfounded, and only after a long time did he leave in a daze.
When she returned to her room, Yun Lingxuan sat silently by the window for a long time without speaking.
Tuan'er carefully placed the broken-stringed ancient zither on the table, then spoke with a heart full of pity.
"Miss!"
Yun Lingxuan turned her head to look at Tuan'er.
Tuan'er trembled all over because she had never seen such a look from her mistress.
Confusion, loss, and sadness blended together, leaving one unsure how to respond.
"Miss!" Tuan'er called out again.
