"Whose courtyard is this?"
Shen Qinglan curiously examined the courtyard adorned with exotic plants and blossoms.
"This is Junyan's private courtyard."
Du Bingxue pushed open the door, letting the young man carry the child inside and place him on the bed, then sat nearby to take the child's pulse.
The young woman and young man stood by, watching with anxious expressions.
Shen Qinglan found a chair, brushed the dust off, and then sat down.
The young man looked at her in surprise, his eyes filled with doubt and curiosity.
This girl seemed frail, yet unexpectedly had such good skills, and her demeanor seemed carefree, different from the noble girls he had seen before.
Those girls seemed very concerned about appearances, not only they wouldn't sit on such a dusty chair, they would look at it with disdain, but she just brushed off the dust directly.
"Anything the matter?" Shen Qinglan raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man.
