The Prefect of Suzhou's private residence
Mrs. Hao stood with hands down in the corridor, conversing with a young maid who had just gotten her first haircut.
"Where has the Master gone?"
The maid, her face full of youthful innocence, replied with a naive look: "He said he went to the temple to offer incense and pray to Buddha, and it seems he had informed the master of the house."
Dissatisfaction flickered in Mrs. Hao's eyes: "The Madam is sick like this, and yet the Master has gone to the temple."
The maid strongly agreed with Mrs. Hao's dissatisfaction towards the Master: "The Master went to pray for the Madam, hoping the Buddha will bless her with a swift recovery."
Mrs. Hao then appeared satisfied.
She dismissed the maid and entered the main room.
The room was filled with the scent of medicine.
Anning lay in bed, hiding the amused look in her eyes as she saw Mrs. Hao come in.
"Where is the Master?"
Anning coughed and asked Mrs. Hao.
