The three of them lay close together, already in bed early with their clothes off. Although it was summer, in this rural area, the nights get cooler. Since it was a clear night, Lady Zhang left two window panes open, allowing a gentle breeze to flow through the screen and lightly caress their bare skin, bringing a deep sense of comfort.
The courtyard and rooms were meticulously cleaned, and mosquitoes were already scarce; Lian Manman even burned incense inside, further eliminating any worries of mosquito bites.
"I wonder where your father and Wu Lang are now," Lady Zhang said softly. "Will those we sent out be able to find them? When can they return, and does Wu Lang really have to personally handle the matters at the Yamen?"
"Who knows?" Lian Manman replied sluggishly, her eyes closed with sleepiness, "They always go out of their way to trouble us, but when something happens, they know how to send for us."
"That's true, but..." Lady Zhang didn't finish her sentence.
