The next day, when Zhong Yi awoke, she found Ye Qiu's presence had long vanished. Just as she anxiously prepared to get up, two maids entered from outside, very respectfully saying, "Lady, you don't need to hurry to get up; the master said to let you rest well."
"Where is your master?" Zhong Yi was somewhat annoyed; how come she didn't feel anything?
"The master is practicing martial arts in the courtyard; it's his habit."
"At this hour, isn't it too late to pay respects to Father and Mother?" she asked, apprehensively.
"It won't be, the master already sent someone to convey his regards, Lady, you don't have to worry."
Although the maid said this, Zhong Yi still quickly washed up, not daring to delay for even a moment. When she finished washing, Ye Qiu just happened to return from his exercise, smiling as he watched her: "Why get up so early, why not sleep a bit longer?"
"I've slept enough, I'll serve my husband in washing up."
