A Esposa Falecida da Lua Branca do Primeiro-Ministro Voltou

My head is spinning...

Shi Lingyao pressed her forehead and opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a tree laden with vibrant, dewy peach blossoms.

Peach blossoms.

Yes, she remembered. Before setting out, she had mentioned to Yuanfang, her maid, that she wanted to visit the back mountain of the Great Mercy Temple to see the peach blossoms.

At that time, Yuanfang had said:

“In the balmy days of early spring, the peach blossoms on the back mountain of the Great Mercy Temple are in full bloom—surely a beautiful sight. Madam, why not wait until your lord returns and ask him to accompany you?”

What a lovely image—husband and wife strolling arm in arm.

Shi Lingyao recalled how she had laughed outright at that, stifling the loneliness in her heart beneath Yuanfang’s puzzled gaze, and replied breezily, “Why should I need him? I’ll go myself. No one to restrain me, and I can enjoy my freedom.”

How could a busy man like Xie Zhongwei possibly have the leisure to accompany her to see peach blossoms? She could almost picture the way he would frown at her, no doubt about to say something about how she ought to stay at home and not wander about.

Just thinking about it was enough to dampen her spirits.

Lost in thought, Shi Lingyao didn’t notice Yuanfang anxiously signaling to her, her eyes nearly twitching from the effort. Still, Shi Lingyao remained oblivious.

Yuanfang was close to panic—how unfortunate that her lord happened to hear madam’s petulant words!

A cool, faint fragrance brushed past Shi Lingyao’s face, pu