Wu Yining quietly left the mansion, truly curious about what that little wretch who resembled her father even more than she did looked like.
When Wu Yilin heard the news, the corner of her mouth curled up mischievously, and she instructed the maid beside her: "In an hour, have the little maid inform Qing Lian, who is by mother's side."
Ru Hua glanced at her and respectfully acknowledged.
Wu Yilin then refocused on the book in her hands, holding a small silver fork and nibbling on slices of melon.
The Changqing Residence on Cypress Lane was as quiet as if no one lived there. Looking up, tall ginkgo trees pierced through the tiled roof, blocking the blazing sun.
"To the Corner Gate," Wu Yining ordered the coachman as she lifted the curtain and looked outside.
"Miss, are we really just going straight there like this? Could it be improper?" asked Jinsu, the confidant maid.
