The next day, as daylight brightened the sky, Mrs. Fang came to knock on the door.
Qiu Yan, who hadn't slept all night, quickly opened the door, facing Mrs. Fang's anxious old face.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Yan asked.
"Why hasn't Madam gotten up at this hour?" Mrs. Fang said, "The road to Suzhou is far, we need to make haste to get there by New Year's Eve!"
Qiu Yan's mouth twitched. Even after being dispatched, she's still thinking about New Year's? Does she think Suzhou is like any other place? To have something to eat and somewhere to stay would already be considered quite good.
However, Qiu Yan didn't say these words out loud and instead replied blandly, "I checked earlier, Madam indeed hasn't gotten up yet. Perhaps we should wait a bit more."
Mrs. Fang frowned, "Could Madam be sick?"
Qiu Yan gave a look to Qiu Yun behind her, "Go find a doctor to take a look."
Qiu Yun jogged downstairs. Mrs. Fang went inside, saying she wanted to see Madam, and Qiu Yan didn't stop her.
