They played until evening before returning home. When Qingqing reached the Lin residence’s gate, a maid was waiting, saying dinner was about to be served. Qingqing didn’t bother to freshen up, rushing to the flower hall. Although she and her mother had been dining with Master Lin for years, it didn’t mean she could make him wait. No one could make Master Lin wait during meals, not even Yafu. But today, she was late, and by the time the eighth dish was served, Yafu arrived gracefully. Master Lin was clearly displeased, snorting, “Where have you been? Did the Grand Preceptor at the palace teach you etiquette?” Yafu, however, was not afraid; she elegantly removed her rare and expensive silk shawl, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, “Father, I am truly sorry for making you and mother wait, but the Empress insisted I stay a bit longer, so I…” Her demeanor was gentle, her words seemed to boast, yet there was no trace of arrogance, her acting skills had improved over the years, reaching a level of transcendence. Master Lin immediately forgave her, even looking pleased, “If the Empress likes you, what can we do? Sit down quickly and have a drink with your father.” Yafu then bowed gracefully, “Yes!”
The youngest madam feigned reprimand, “Yafu, even if the Emperor and Empress favor you, don’t forget the time to come home.” Chapter 92: The Emperor Has a Stroke
