"Coo-coo—" Hua Mei cawed excitedly, like a proud victor.
Shen Shuci stood in the corridor, unable to hold back a mixture of laughter and tears. He never seemed too bright, and to think, he was indeed that foolish.
...
Xie Jing had lunch at the Tang Family's home. This family, they must hate not locking him up and crippling him, or executing him on the spot, but they were just holding back their rage, creating a particularly eerie atmosphere at the dining table.
It was the transition from spring to winter, and the temperature was warming up. Last year's dead branches and leaves should have been cleared away by now. Plus, with Jiang Zhenhuan and his wife visiting tomorrow, the Tang Family needed to clean up. Xie Jing didn't dare act like he was some honored guest, so he volunteered to sweep the yard. That's the scene Jiang Jinsang came upon when he returned.
