"Aunt Qiao." Qin Yao signaled for her to come over and learn, as she couldn't possibly help Ding Xiang with massages every time. If Aunt Qiao was going to do it, there would be an extra charge.
Aunt Qiao approached fearfully, having never seen such a technique before. She felt it was an affront to the young lady, and learning to massage was like going to a grave.
Ding Xiang cried out incessantly, her wails echoed through the inner courtyard. Those unaware might have thought the young lady was being beaten.
A dreamless night passed, and early in the morning, Qin Yao called Ding Xiang up.
Early rising was nothing for Ding Xiang, as she usually got up at this time for morning readings.
But who could tell her why practicing archery was more exhausting than horse riding?!
Aunt Qiao would occasionally hear the cries from the backyard, baffled as to why the young lady was subjecting herself to such hardship.
Nonetheless, the young girl did not entertain the thought of giving up.
