Until they finished buying candied hawthorn sticks, neither of them said another word.
Meng Qianqian carried two sticks of candied hawthorn and returned to Fengshui Alley.
Whether he was willing to help her deal with Consort Li, he hadn't given her an answer.
"Then why did you even ask?"
Meng Qianqian had a temper too.
But her life was more important.
The next day, Tan'er accompanied the matriarch to visit the opera house, and Meng Qianqian headed to the Book Pavilion.
Unexpectedly, the hallway door leading to the fourth floor was open today.
Even if she had to pry the lock, she would have wanted to go in. Now, with the door wide open, she certainly didn't hesitate.
Meng Qianqian walked through the hallway and entered the fourth floor of the Book Pavilion.
All the windows were propped open, allowing the warm spring breeze and sunlight to stream in, casting over rows of ancient and solemn bookshelves.
