When He Zhao returned to the courtyard with a large stack of incense candles and paper money, he saw that a few leaves had already fallen on Yang Yi's shoulders and head. He couldn't help but approach and ask, "Why is my lord sitting here?"
Yang Yi paused for a moment, seemingly pulled back from his thoughts, and a hint of confusion flickered in his eyes as he looked up.
Then he said, "The girl is painting inside the house, so I came out here to sit."
"Is my lord referring to the General's wife?" He Zhao glanced toward the house, "The General's wife has already left. Just now, when I returned, I saw her in the front courtyard talking to Mrs. Ning. There was also an overweight official seated with them."
"Has she left?"
