Qinfang was preparing dinner with the palace maids. When she came out of the kitchen and saw the people coming in, she hurriedly came forward to greet them. Xia Hou Che waved his hand to indicate them to get up.
"Where's your master?"
"Your Grace, you are in the hall," Qinfang said.
Xia Hou nodded and entered the room with his hands behind his back. When he entered the warm room, he saw a person lying on the couch. He walked to the couch lightly and picked up a page of calligraphy to take a look. "The calligraphy is written quite well."
Feng Jingyi turned to look at him and didn't want to talk to him.
Xia Hou sat down opposite him and confessed, "I broke the appointment last night. I apologize."
"Imperial Concubine Orchid has lost her father. She needs someone to comfort her. Why did
