บท 57: Tea

"Are you sure you don't want to forfeit from the tournaments? It doesn't matter if people gossip about it," Li Wenmin solemnly said while sticking to her side as they approached their family's tent. It was cleaned and a few furnitures were added due to the colder weather. There were small gifts from prospective suitors, all neatly wrapped, stacked on the chairs.

"If they gossip, they'll be missing a tongue," a frigid voice snarled from behind them.

Xueyue's entire body stiffened at the familiarity of the man's voice. Her fingers nervously reached for her pendant, fiddling with the small white tassel hanging from it.

She didn't realize it was a force of habit and that this man always made her feel unnerved.

"Oh my, Commander Wen." Duchess Wang Qixing hid her smile behind her long sleeves. She snuck a peek at Xueyue who hadn't turned around to meet his fierce eyes.