"Sister, are you alright? Your voice sounds..." Su Qingdai asked with a frown.
She was a bit puzzled. What could cause a top distinguished lady of Taiching Prefecture to have a hoarse voice and feel unwell, making it inconvenient for her to see people... Could she have been injured while rescuing Ziyu the other day? Is Ziyu now by her side, taking care of her?
Silence fell again.
A woman inside the room whispered, "I'm... fine." There was a subtle sound of labored breathing in between.
Su Qingdai nodded and was about to speak, "Sister Zhao, I'd like to..."
"Qian'er."
A weak woman inside seemed unwilling to continue conversing through the door, calling for little Qian'er.
"Coming."
The young girl quickly turned around, ran back, opened and closed the door, entering the main room.
Meanwhile, a swing blocked Su Qingdai's way.
The message was clear.
Moments later, little Qian'er returned to the courtyard, crossing hands and said:
