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Glancing at Suleisa's cold expression, perhaps remembering something, the maid Pushili suddenly bowed respectfully and said, "Livisarma is really very kind to Miss. Just now, she stopped me and kept asking about Miss's illness with concern. After learning that Miss was sick, she immediately asked me to lead the way to see you."

"Wait, you mean Salma was talking to you in the hallway just now, asking about my condition?" Suleisa's voice grew louder uncontrollably, and her lips, which had been tightly pursed, suddenly relaxed.

"Ahem!" As soon as she said it, Suleza pretended to cough. She noticed that her tone and expression had been a bit anxious. She thought for a moment, picked up the medicine bowl next to her and took a sip. She had intended to drink the bitter medicine to calm herself down, but... why did she feel that the medicine was not as bitter as she had imagined?

"Yes, all of Salma's conversations with me have been about your condition, Miss. Salma really cares about you," the maid, Pu Shili, said with certainty.

"Is that so?" Suleisa took another sip of the bitter medicine, her face returning to its expressionless state, seemingly not caring much about the maid's answer.

She thought about it and realized she really didn't need to care. She also found herself a little ridiculous for getting angry at a maid over something like this.

"There's no need..." Suleza slowly shook her head. She felt that she had been a bit uncouth just now, especially showing her bad temper to the servants, which was not in line with her style.

She thought about it and realized that even if Li Wei and this Pu Shili were to have a romantic relationship, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

She had no reason to care about being angry.

Um... that's how it is.

"Pushley," Suleisa suddenly put down the medicine bowl, her voice much gentler. She lifted the thin blanket covering her legs, her bare feet stepping onto the cool yet smooth fine reed mat, and walked towards the dark sandalwood dressing table against the east wall of the room. The oval bronze mirror on the table, polished to a high shine, clearly reflected her pale yet undeniably beautiful face, as well as the warm, dim light in the room behind her.

She opened a sandalwood jewelry box on her dressing table, inlaid with ivory and colorful enamel. Inside, on a velvet cushion, lay several precious items that she didn't usually wear. Her fingertips brushed over a pair of gold wire-threaded ruby ​​earrings, and finally picked up a piece that wasn't the most dazzling, but was still quite respectable—an exquisitely crafted "tank" necklace.

The chain is slender, and the pendant is an uncarved natural moonstone that still shimmers with a hazy, spring-like blue-white luster even in the dim indoor light.

"Do you think this looks good? It's for you." Suleisa turned around, held the necklace in her palm, and handed it to the maid who was still standing respectfully by the door. The warm luster of the moonstone contrasted quietly with the pure white "Julie" dress and her loose black hair.

She felt she had done something wrong and wanted to make amends to the maid. She thought that she had been in a bad mood because of her illness and shouldn't do that again.

Suleisa thought to herself, even if I'm sick, I can't take it out on the servants.

Many palace coups are caused by the bribery of those close to the king or queen, leading to conspiracies.

Yes, Suleisa was always friendly to the servants around her from a young age, not because she was particularly kind.

Rather, she was afraid of dying. She felt it was unnecessary to mistreat her servants. What if one day her servants became dissatisfied and were bribed by someone else?

Pu Shili was flattered and repeatedly waved her hands, backing away: "Miss, this is too precious, I cannot..."

"Take it." Suleisa's tone was gentle but firm. She stepped forward and gently placed the necklace into the maid's slightly sweaty palm. "I wasn't feeling well just now, and my tone was a bit harsh. Please don't take it to heart." A faint, warm smile even appeared on her face. "Go and invite Salma in."

Pu Shili clutched the cool gemstone, still warm and fragrant with her mistress's body heat, and bowed deeply with gratitude and trepidation before leaving the room.

Outside the door, Li Wei was waiting quietly in the dim light of the corridor.

"Salma," Pu Shili announced in a low voice as she came out, her posture even more respectful than before, "Miss invites you in."

Li Wei nodded, raised his hand, and pushed open the slightly ajar door, which was filled with the scents of medicine and sandalwood.

……

"I'm leaving."

"Um……"

It was late at night, and Suleza lay quietly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling a little lost.

Li Wei left. After feeding her her medicine, he said a few more caring words to her about taking care of herself before leaving.

She actually thought what Li Wei had said to her in the room was quite ordinary, but for some reason it sounded very pleasant.

She was beginning to understand why she had been angry earlier.

She thought back to her childhood, when she was about four years old. Her father would often buy her beautiful lamps and play with her. Later, her father remarried and had a younger brother, so he stopped visiting her as often. At that time, she was very angry, extremely angry.

She remembers clearly that at first, when she was angry, she hoped that her father would coax her, but her father ignored her. Later, her father even became impatient. Once, she deliberately made her younger brother cry, and her father angrily hit her. From then on, she stopped being angry.

Because she knew that getting angry wouldn't help.

From that moment on, she understood that anger is simply a state of expectation. If you suddenly stop being angry, it means you no longer have expectations. Also, anger only works on people who care about you.

"So, Livisalma, can I stay angry with you forever?"

In the dimly lit room, a ceramic lamp illuminated Suleisa's exquisitely pale face. She suddenly sat up, clasped her hands together, and her beautiful emerald eyes held a pleading look as she knelt down in devout prayer.

She remembered what had happened in the room earlier. Actually, after Pu Shili explained the whole story, she was no longer angry with Li Wei. However, after Li Wei entered the room, she couldn't help but act a little temperamental and pretend to be indifferent. She didn't know why she was like this. She thought that maybe she didn't have such great ambitions at all. She was just a little girl who wanted to be coaxed, just like many years ago when she was angry and stayed in her room, hoping that her father would come to coax her. But she waited and waited, and her father never came.

She remembered that after Li Wei finished feeding her the medicine, he helplessly rubbed her head and said, "Sulesia, don't be angry with me. It's my fault for not coming to see you sooner."

She snorted expressionlessly and watched Li Wei leave. In fact, she wasn't angry at all. She wasn't angry from the moment Li Wei came in. When Li Wei said to her, "Suleisa, don't be angry with me. It's my fault," she was clearly happy inside, but she just pretended to be indifferent and acted like a spoiled child.

Because these were the words she had waited more than a decade to hear, she wanted Li Wei to keep comforting her.

……

The next day, a caravan of merchants arrived in Tuka village, led by Suleisa's brother, Shaha Moyat.

Shaha traveled from Tuli town to the village to discuss his sister Suleza's marriage with his father again, as he disagreed with marrying Suleza to that impoverished Brahmin.