Zorro had long noticed where Travis was hiding. Naturally, he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the marquis. The twelve secret guards had a huge admiration for Harper, so they hated anyone who would dare to offend or go against her.
At the ward, Harper was getting worried that Wendy was still too weak, so she fed the lady the precious medicine, saussurea involucrata which she had been keeping for a long time. She hoped that it would help her overcome the hardest part of her recuperation process.
"Your Highness, the saussurea involucrata..." Zorro hesitated.
"It's not a big deal. The saussurea involucrata is nothing but a medicine without life. Once all of it is gone, we can still look for new supplies. But once a human's life is gone, we can never get it back," Harper slowly said. In her opinion, medicinal resources should be used without hesitation. No matter how valuable they were, they could only be regarded as trash if they couldn't be used in saving a human's life.
Zorro looked at the Travis, who was still wandering aimlessly at the gate of the yard, then at Harper, who was inside the ward. Through telepathy, he said, "Your Highness, Marquis Travis has been roaming outside. I guess he probably wants to find an opportunity to come inside. Should I do anything to him?"
"Just ignore him and let him be. It's his mansion after all. We are merely his guests. He is free to go wherever and do anything he wants to," Harper plainly said. In fact, she could see clearly Travis' hostility towards her so she could understand Zorro's concerns. However, when she had previously worked at the Imperial Academy of Medicine, Travis had never been so adverse to her like this. She didn't know when he had begun to be cold towards her.
Travis lingered around for a long time, but he still didn't see Harper come out of the ward. He was somewhat irritable already. After all, he was older than Harper. He thought Harper should give him an out by initiating to make peace with him.
But despite this, Harper still wouldn't come out. Travis furiously gritted his teeth. He believed that Harper was taking this chance to embarrass him. However, it was too difficult for him to bow his head and apologize to a young woman.
In the meantime, Forsythia woke up after getting only two hours of sleep. Nevertheless, she had regained all of her energy once more. In a rush, she came to the ward to replace Harper, informing her that she didn't need to rest any longer. It was not until then that Harper came out of the room and immediately found out that Travis was still wandering nearby.
"Marquis Travis, did you come to visit Lady Wendy?" Harper asked while she made her way towards Travis. She had thought that Travis had been trying to figure out a way to break in the ward, but she realized that he was simply roaming outside the gate without any intention of forcing himself into the room. It ultimately confused her.
"Young lady, I've been here for far too long. Why didn't you invite me to have a cup of tea?"
The corners of Harper's mouth twitched a little. "Marquis Travis, this is your mansion, not mine."
The expression on Travis' face stiffened. "Since you've been staying in this house, then you're the host for the time being. So, of course, you should invite me to tea!"
Harper smiled, thinking that it wasn't that big of a deal. She turned to a maid and commanded, "Go and make a pot of tea."
The maid immediately went to make a pot of high-end tea. In the meantime, Travis and Harper sat down in one of the pavilions of the yard. "I heard that you once saved my son's life?" he asked.
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