After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Li Jing did not go back to change clothes in time, and as a result she fell ill the next day.

Su Lingyue let go of Li Jing's wrist. She couldn't bear to see her sick face. "Ah Jing, go back to your room and rest. I'll have someone boil the medicine and bring it to you later."

Li Jing refused firmly, "It's just a cold, it will be fine in a few days."

Seeing her being so stubborn, Caiyi advised: "But if you don't go back to rest, what if you pass your illness on to the young lady? Go back quickly, the young lady is here with us, she will be fine."

After hearing Caiyi's words, Li Jing hesitated for a moment and then stood up. Before leaving, she reminded Caiyi, "Don't let anyone else enter Furong Pavilion when I'm not here. If there are any guests visiting, go and call Yunting over."

"I know, you can take care of her without worry." Caiyi pulled her out, "Miss, I'm by your side, don't worry."

Caiyi has always been reliable, and Li Jing also trusts her, so she went back to her room.

Su Lingyue wrote the prescription and handed it to Lu Zhu, "Send someone to buy medicine, and then go check if there is enough charcoal in Ajing's room. If not, add more. Let Xia He take care of her for the next few days."

Lu Zhu took the prescription, responded and went out.

The hall returned to silence, with only the crackling of the charcoal fire. Caiyi asked, "Miss, do you want an embroidered handkerchief?"

Su Lingyue nodded, "Well, give it to me."

Caiyi brought over the sewing box that had been put away yesterday and placed on the table, picked out a piece of cloth, fixed it on the embroidery frame, and handed it to Su Lingyue.

"What pattern would you like to embroider today, young lady?"

Su Lingyue thought about it and thought that the mandarin ducks she had been embroidering these days were already very good. Xiao Yu would definitely not mistake them for ducks.

"Butterflies, I want to embroider butterflies today."

As her slender fingers shuttled back and forth with the needle and thread, Su Lingyue was thinking about Xiao Yu. She wondered where he was now and whether he was doing well.

She prayed silently in her heart, hiding her blessings in every stitch and every thread.

"princess."

Su Lingyue heard a knock on the door. It was Yun Ting.

"Come in."

Yun Ting was still wearing a black long jacket with narrow sleeves and a belt of the same color tied around his waist, which made him look inhuman and fierce.

Su Lingyue put down the needlework in her hand and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Yun Ting nodded and handed over a piece of paper in his hand.

"A letter from the prince?" Su Lingyue asked in surprise.

Yun Ting nodded, "Yeah."

Su Lingyue immediately put down her needle and thread, took the letter from Yun Ting, and opened it impatiently.

On the small piece of letter paper, there was beautiful small regular script, with only two sentences in the upper half: "Let me know how things are going in Beijing when I write back."

The second half is written to Su Lingyue.

My wife Yue'er, you are pleased to see this letter. While I am away, Yue'er, have you been obedient? I am well, but I miss my wife very much. I hope she is well.

Only Su Lingyue herself knew how she managed to get through these days of separation.

Longing is surging in my heart all the time.

The words "my wife" made Su Lingyue's longing in her heart no longer controllable, and it burst out along with her tears.

Caiyi came over and saw the note in Su Lingyue's hand. Seeing that the prince was fine, she took out a handkerchief to wipe Su Lingyue's tears and smiled and comforted her: "Miss, if the prince knew that you were crying, I don't know how distressed he would be."

"But... I miss him so much." Su Lingyue said with a sob, sobbing softly on Caiyi's shoulder.

Caiyi patted Su Lingyue's back gently, allowing her to vent her emotions.

She could also notice these days that the young lady was often lost in thought while embroidering the handkerchief.

She could understand the young lady's feelings very well, probably the same as she thought of Ji Tang.

Yun Ting stood aside, quietly looking at the slender figure, his eyes moving slightly under his slightly frowned brows.

After a long while, Su Lingyue finally vented her emotions and stopped crying.

Caiyi pulled her to sit on the chair, bent down to wipe the tears from her face, with a faint, relieved smile on her face, "Okay, Miss, if you cry again, your throat will hurt again tomorrow. The prince is not here, so you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise the prince will worry about you when he is away."

Su Lingyue sniffed, then covered her nose with a handkerchief and stopped sobbing.

By the time she had completely calmed down, the note in Su Lingyue's hand was already crumpled. She immediately spread it on her lap and straightened it out out of heartache.

Suddenly, she paused and remembered that Yun Ting was still waiting here.

This was the first time that Su Lingyue had been seen losing her composure like this by outsiders, and her face froze for a moment.

But Yun Ting was Xiao Yu's bodyguard and servant, so he didn't dare to say anything no matter what.

Thinking of this, Su Lingyue straightened her back, turned her head to look at Yun Ting, and had returned to her usual dignified appearance.

But her wet eyelashes and slightly red eyes still showed that she had just cried.

"Yun Ting, please wait a moment. I will write back to the prince right away." Her voice was still a little hoarse because she had been crying.

Yun Ting looked at Su Lingye, pursed his lips, and said in a calm voice: "Okay."

Caiyi brought the paper, and Su Lingyue used the scissors in the sewing box to cut it according to the size of the strip on the table.

The brush used for drawing patterns is the thinnest, which is very suitable for writing on slips of paper.

Her white fingers held the brush, she thought for a moment, then chuckled and began to write.

It only took a moment to finish writing.

Su Lingyue blew on the note gently, then picked it up and shook it. It was warm in the hall and the ink dried quickly.

She folded the note in half, stood up and walked to Yunting.

Thinking of the little girl's love words on the note, she felt a little embarrassed. But if she wanted to send the note to Xiao Yu, she could only go through Yunting.

Su Lingyue bit her lip, handed the note in her hand to Yun Ting, and said in a commanding tone: "Don't look at that half when you write, and don't dirty that half."

Yun Ting glanced at the note between Su Lingyue's fingers and nodded respectfully, "Yes, Princess."

He took the note from Su Lingyue's hand, without staying any longer, turned around and walked out of Furong Pavilion and went straight back to his own yard.

Back in the house, Yun Ting recalled how Su Lingyue looked just now, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

He walked to the desk by the window, opened the note in his hand, and couldn't wait to see what was on it.

But the moment he saw the contents of the note, the curve of his mouth began to slowly disappear.

Yun Ting stared at the tiny calligraphy on the note, picked up the ink-stained pen, and moved closer to the note little by little as if his body was out of control.

On the tip of the pen, the ink slowly gathered and formed into water droplets, swaying with Yun Ting's movements.

Finally, before the ink drop reached the paper, it fell on the table with a "pa" sound.

The ink droplets spread out and splashed onto the paper.

Unfortunately, the words on the note were not covered.

Yun Ting was suddenly startled, as if the soul of a lost person had returned to his body, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

After realizing what was happening, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the ink drops did not cover the words that the princess wrote to the prince.

He looked away, no longer reading the contents of the upper half of the note, picked up the thinnest pen from the pen holder again, and began to write his reply carefully.