Cui Yan's nose turned red from crying and could only hope for the best.
After serving the young lady her medicine, Cui Yan, under Su An'an's strong insistence, returned to rest.
There were still two other maids in the yard who could be ordered around, and after all, she did hold the title of Young Madam.
The lunch was still plain, but she didn't complain, as she wasn't feeling particularly hungry; after eating, she gazed out the window at the willow branches, lost in thought.
It's said that this was once Shen Juncheng's courtyard, yet the yard was simple, with only an old willow tree, and the rooms were even more sparse, wide yet revealing one word: poor.
Yet despite such poverty, his cousin dressed luxuriously.
Yun Shuibei's garments, the fine bracelet on her wrist, the jade hairpin in her hair, and the pendants at her waist all spoke of a privileged life.
This was interesting; the Shen Manor cried poverty, yet this distant cousin appeared quite wealthy.
