On one side, Yu Shaoqing was lecturing Nangong Li. On the other side, Yu Wan carried her mother, who had "fainted from shock", into Consort Yun's meditation room.
Little Sly Jiang was lying on two extra beds. Yu Wan and Consort Yun were sitting on a stool less than three feet away from the bed. In front of the two of them was an ancient small square wooden table.
From time to time, Little Sly Jiang would lift an eyelid and glance at it before closing it again.
Yu Wan lit a dim yellow oil lamp. As her mother was asleep, she did not turn the wick too bright. Under the dim yellow light, she began to size up Consort Yun.
It was rare for girls to stare at their elders so openly. They would be treated as rude. Yu Wan did not care about these superficial greetings, and Consort Yun did not mind. Consort Yun straightened her back and openly let Yu Wan size her up.
