"Yes, Master," Zhao Qian replied. Just as he was about to lead Wanyan Jin's party to Jade Dew Hall, a girl's voice came from outside. "Lil Qi, is your master free now?"
The voice was lovely and silvery.
Startled, Wanyan Jin turned his head reflexively toward the doors, and to his surprise, the Emperor abruptly rose from his seat at the imperial table and walked out briskly.
The owner of the voice was already at the doors, but he could not make out her face clearly with the Emperor blocking his view. All he could see was the snow-white cloak she wore, her movements revealing glimpses of the bright red palace costume beneath it.
"Didn't I say that I'd go and fetch you? Why did you come over by yourself?"
"I didn't want to trouble you by making you run back and forth. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to come over first." Lu Liangwei peered into the imperial study. "Are you finished with your work?"
