Just as she was sighing in resentment, the curtain of the western room was drawn, and Cai Ping, with red swollen eyes, draped in a half-worn tunic, rushed out, chasing after the direction of Cai Wei.
As Lady Li was about to chase after her, Mu Zhongli stopped her and said, "Let her give it a try. Sister Ping is eloquent, she might be able to persuade that little cheap hoof, and then the problem will be solved!"
Lady Li, having no other alternative, had no choice but to let Cai Ping go.
Cai Wei came out of the grand house’s front door, planning to pay a visit to Third Uncle Mu’s house, when she suddenly heard a call from behind her. "Big sister, wait for me."
When she turned around, she saw Cai Ping running out with her hair in disarray, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having just cried.
Cai Wei asked in a soft voice.
Without replying, Cai Ping approached Cai Wei, and with a ’thud’, she knelt down, clutching the hem of Cai Wei’s skirt, and started crying.
"Big sister, I know you resent me. I regret how I treated you in the past. But where in this world can you buy pills for regret? Please forgive me. Give me one more chance. Please speak well of me to the young master. Let us serve him together. I truly like him. From the moment I saw him until now, I can’t stop thinking about him. Please tell him that I don’t care about status, I can be a servant by his side. Please..."
Cai Wei, disgusted by her crying and willingness to degrade herself, took a step back to avoid her, but Cai Ping clung tightly to the hem of Cai Wei’s skirt, holding on as if it were her lifeline, refusing to let go.
Cai Wei shouted, infuriated.
Even so, Cai Ping still held on to her tightly, her face covered in a mix of tears and snot, refusing to let go.
Amid the standoff, a languid voice suddenly came.
"Wei’er, what’s holding you up? Come back quickly!"
That voice, pleasant and captivating like the plucking of a Jiaowei zither string, was irresistible, making one long to see its source.
When Cai Wei and Cai Ping looked in its direction, they saw a man adorned with a golden crown and draped in an ink-colored fox fur cloak. He stood not far away, smiling warmly at Cai Wei. His eyes were fixed on Cai Wei as if she were the only person in the world, and everything else was inconsequential to him!
Seeing him, Cai Wei turned to Cai Ping and scoffed, "Aren’t you always thinking about him? Now he’s right before you. Why don’t you go and propose yourself, instead of going out of your way to ask me?"
Upon hearing her words, something stirred in Cai Ping. She stared dumbly at the man bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, who was smiling a world-captivating smile and looking warmly at her, as if he were a deity.
As if possessed, she stood up, one step at a time, walking towards the man.
Watching her retreating figure, Cai Wei twitched the corner of her mouth. She only meant to provoke her, hoping that she would back off and let go of her skirt. Little did she know that she would really go. The daughter raised by Lady Mu Bai and Lady Li was indeed as thick-skinned as her elders!
Nangong Yi frowned as he saw Cai Ping approach him, but his eyes were still fixed on the figure behind her. Only when Cai Ping came right before him, her eyes red and tearful, did he shift his gaze from that figure and gave her a cold glance.
"Young master, I... "
She only said one word, then started to cry in distress. Her longing for him all these days poured out like a burst dam. She wanted to pour her heart out to him, to tell him how she fell for him at first sight, to tell him how much she missed him...