Chen Yao's small courtyard, the Jiang family mansion.
"Mistress! Mistress! we have an emergency," said a petite maid dressed in brown uniform cried as she ran into the room.
The maid was none other than Lian, who was Chen Yao's maid of over 12 years. She rushed back to her mistress after receiving she had overheard the cook and housekeeper conversation while returning her mistress's empty breakfast plates. Unlike in other courtyards, there were only two maids on sight
She rushed into the house and ran straight to Chen Yao's room. Her mistress was seated at the small table next to the open windows. Chen Yao held a painting brush, moving her wrist gently as she drew the beautiful sight outside the open window.
Lian stopped a few steps away from her mistress and bowed, "mistress!", she called.
