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Qi Shubai said, "The innocent will remain innocent. As long as you are open and honest, what is there to fear from rumors?"

"Of course! She acts just like a man, we're practically brothers."

Qi Jiyun changed the subject, "By the way, you still haven't said where she went?"

Ning Wanrong's gaze fell on Qi Jiyun, looking him up and down, left and right, until he felt uneasy, before she smiled and said, "You entered the palace early this morning."

Entering the palace?

She just got back yesterday, and she can't wait to go to the palace today. Has she finally had a change of heart and doesn't want to be with him anymore?

Qi Jiyun hated being watched. Hearing that Chi Zheng had left, he should have felt relieved, but instead of the expected sense of freedom and relaxation, he frowned. "I'm her master's brother, after all. She left without even saying goodbye. What does she take me for?"

"It's raining so hard, they didn't even know to pick a better day, they're so stupid."

"I hate those kinds of people who leave without saying goodbye. If you're going to leave, then don't bother coming back!"

The family watched as Qi Jiyun muttered to herself, eventually getting angry with herself, and stormed off, "Hmph!"

The Qi family members exchanged bewildered glances: "..."

Are you alright? Who upset him again?

……

The appointment with Prince Anning was at 10:00 AM. Ning Nishang arrived at Tianxiang Tower a stick early and entered a private room.

"Miss, you didn't eat much this morning. Would you like some snacks?" Cui Liu asked.

Ning Nishang shook her head: "It's okay, I'm not hungry yet."

It is impolite to start eating before the guests have arrived.

This private room was reserved in advance by Qi Yitang. It is by the window with a great view, and you can see the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

"It's raining today, so we didn't sell much tofu. Pack up early and head home to avoid catching a cold," a plain-looking woman said to the man on the street.

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's go back early today so we can spend some time with you and Ping'er."

The husband carried the load on a shoulder pole, while his wife held an umbrella for him; their figures gradually blurred in the rain.

The umbrella tilted towards her husband, and half of the wife's shoulder was soaked, but she was completely unaware.

Even in torrential rain, people still have to work hard to make a living.

It is an ordinary life, and also the myriad aspects of the world.

Once upon a time, Ning Nishang also had such a happy family.

My parents were loving, my younger brother was lively, and no matter how busy my father was with his work, he would always make time to be with them and enjoy family time together. Unfortunately... it can only be said that fate played a cruel trick on us.

It's 9:00 AM.

Even though Ning Nishang was already quite calm, she still kept glancing towards the door, her heart filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Actually, when Qi Yitang first brought this up, Ning Nishang didn't dare to agree.

Prince Anning, His Majesty's maternal uncle, is of such a noble status that she is far too unworthy to be associated with him.

But Tangtang repeatedly assured her that it was a good match and had even personally helped her investigate, so Ning Nishang would be letting her down if she didn't agree.

Time passed little by little.

The appointed hour of 9 AM quietly passed, and as noon approached, Ning Nishang felt a little hungry, but even more so, uneasy.

Why haven't they arrived yet? Is it because of the torrential rain today that they're delayed on the road?

"Cui Liu, go down and take a look, check the doorway..."

"Yes." Just as Cui Liu responded, footsteps came from the door of the private room. Ning Nishang sat up straight and nervously tidied her hair and clothes.

However, when the door opened, it wasn't the person she was waiting for.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Ning Nishang's eyes. So it was just a waiter.

"Sir, let me bring you a fresh pot of hot tea."

The waiter quickly changed the tea, then hesitated for a moment, "Sir, you've been sitting here for over an hour..."

"I'm sorry, the person I'm waiting for hasn't arrived yet..." Ning Nishang felt apologetic. "How about this, please bring some pastries, expensive ones are fine, I'm sorry."

Opening a shop also requires costs. It makes no sense that she occupied the best private room but didn't order anything to eat.

"Sir, you're mistaken. That's not what I meant."

This is a private room personally reserved by Eunuch Hai from the palace, the Imperial Concubine's order. Not even the waiter or the restaurant owner dares to urge us to come.

"I just wanted to say that it's raining heavily today. Perhaps that distinguished guest has been delayed by something, or has misremembered the date. Why don't you reschedule for another day? This autumn rain is chilly, and it wouldn't be good if you caught a cold while waiting here."

Ning Nishang thanked him for his kindness, but still shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll wait a bit longer."

"Alright then." Having already offered his advice, the waiter didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

He came back up shortly after going down, carrying several plates of steaming food and a large bowl of hot soup. "Waiting here makes my stomach uncomfortable. You can drink some hot soup to warm it up."

Thank you.

The chicken soup simmered in a clay pot for several hours, resulting in a rich, golden broth topped with a few red dates and goji berries, emitting a delightful aroma.

As expected of the most famous restaurant in the capital, the taste was almost as good as that of the imperial chefs, but Ning Nishang felt that it didn't taste very good.

She is a very patient person, best at waiting, and also most afraid of waiting.

When she was nine years old, she was unable to travel with her parents because of her poor health, and she received news of her family's deaths.

At this moment, Ning Nishang couldn't help but let her imagination run wild—had Prince Anning changed his mind at the last minute and decided not to come?

Or did you already leave home, but something unexpected happened that prevented you from keeping your appointment?

Regardless, Ning Nishang still told herself, "Since I'm already here, I might as well wait a little longer."

From noon to 1-3 pm, and then to the end of 3 pm.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and darkness fell early. Lanterns gradually lit up along the streets, their warm yellow glow spreading through the rain, yet unable to penetrate Qi Yitang's heart.

The waiter knocked on the door again. "Sir, the weather is bad today, and business is slow. We need to close early. Sir..."

After nearly three and a half hours of waiting, Cui Liu's initial anticipation had turned into anxiety.

"Miss, shall we go back? It's getting late, the Prince probably won't be coming..."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Ning Nishang, he finally gave up and leaned against the wall to doze off.

Hearing the waiter's words, Ning Nishang's last glimmer of hope vanished. She lowered her eyes, her voice low and somber, "...I understand. Please pay the bill."

When she got up, her legs were numb and sore from not being active for a long time, and she staggered.

The waiter and Cui Liu rushed forward, "Miss, be careful—"

Ning Nishang forced a smile and said, "It's alright, let's go back."