Hongzhou shook his head with a smile: "I know it's not you, why are you so timid?"
Fujin was stunned, taking a long while to realize what Hongzhou had said.
Then she began to cry: "It's my fault..."
Hongzhou had a belly full of words but couldn't say them, so he just held her: "You're fine, just a bit foolish and silly, that's all."
He patted her back: "Don't feel bad, it's not your doing, I know. But couldn't you just write a letter to tell me? You let the women in the manor talk carelessly without intervening, and just keep feeling sad yourself? You are the Fujin, not only the master's woman but the mistress of the house. Think about it, is your behavior appropriate?"
A woman of such disposition, indeed, finds it hard to be a good mistress.
"I..." Fujin suddenly realized, yes, she was just focused on being upset, neglecting to pay attention to these matters...
These two months she only feared, never thinking the manor would become chaotic...
