"Madam, what have you discerned?" Lu Qing asked with a smile.
Zhu Yu shook her head, secretly adjusting her breathing to calm herself once more.
"Everyone outside knows that when I was eight, there was a great drought, so the Holy Emperor sent me to Shanqing Temple to pray on his behalf. But few know how I was taken there." Lu Qing didn't tease her further, nor did he hold back the truth. "I was carried all the way from the Capital to Shanqing Temple, and by the time I got there, I was barely alive. If I had arrived a day later, I might have been gone."
This was indeed something Zhu Yu had never heard before. The rumors outside were that Lu Qing back then, being referred to as the lucky star by Emperor Jin, went with immense honor and care to the temple.
But she never really believed that.
Although she was just a concubine's daughter in the Prince Shuo Mansion and not given much attention, she could very well see how her elder sister was cherished and pampered by their father.
