In a serene courtyard, there was a strangely styled attic in the backhouse.
The attic's door was tightly closed, with a pretty maid standing guard outside. Early in the morning, a noblewoman came in from outside.
The maid hurriedly greeted her, "Greetings, Madam."
It was none other than Madam Yu, who asked with concern, "How is it going? Has the food been delivered?"
Ju'Er softly replied, "It has been delivered, but hasn't been much eaten."
Even during seclusion, food and drink are always necessary, delivered at a fixed time every day.
Yu Haitang hadn't eaten much these past few days, although with her cultivation, not eating for half a month wouldn't be much of an issue. Still, the situation was worrying.
Madam Yu said with concern, "This child never lets us rest easy."
Pan Zhiyuan's warning still echoed in her ears. As the governor of a prefecture, he could make it impossible for her niece to stay in Jiangzhou.
