That made sense. Ning Wan Wan nodded, but before she was ready, Yuan Zhu jumped down from the roof. She didn’t have time to cry out before landing steadily in the courtyard.
“Yuan Zhu is returning to report, Young Mistress bids farewell.” The words were barely finished when she disappeared.
Ning Wan Wan finally experienced true lightness kung fu.
*
Su Yu Tang.
Ning Wan Wan sat in a red wooden chair opposite Old Madam Ning, holding a black-glazed tea bowl in one hand and a tea whisk in the other.
Old Madam Ning suddenly exclaimed, putting down the tea whisk, and teased, “What’s wrong with our Three Flavors Hand? You’re distracted; the tea foam is scattered.”
Ning Wan Wan came back to her senses and saw that the tea foam was indeed scattered.
She quickly put down the tea bowl and took a clean one. “This doesn’t count, let’s start over.”
“No need,” Old Madam Ning replied, giving Ning Wan Wan a reproachful glance. “Ever since someone came back from the Yi Wang Mansion, her soul seems to have been left there. She laughs one moment and looks worried the next. If we continue, I’m afraid it would be unfair.”
Ning Wan Wan blushed, coyly calling out, “Grandmother.”
Her grandmother pointed at her face, “Look, her face is red now.”
“Wan Wan won’t pay attention to grandmother anymore.”
Ning Wan Wan’s face turned as red as a pomegranate. She turned her back to Old Madam Ning and sat awkwardly, making Old Madam Ning laugh heartily.
“I wonder what magic the Yi Wang used to make our Wan Wan think of him so much,” Old Madam Ning sighed.
“He has no magic, he is just…” Ning Wan Wan said shyly, “He is just very good.”
Old Madam Ning gradually stopped laughing, looking at her seriously. “Have you thought it through?”
Ning Wan Wan turned her head, puzzled. “Thought through what?”
“Deciding to be with the Yi Wang?”
Ning Wan Wan thought for a moment and nodded firmly. “Yes.”
Old Madam Ning looked worried. “Have you considered that his illness might not let him live long?”
“I’ve thought about it, but Wan Wan doesn’t care.”
