The Wei Family's courtyard isn't large, but it's sufficient.
Hui Niang is capable, and knows how to manage the household. The courtyard is clean and tidy after being swept. For convenience in the snowy ground, a path has been shoveled.
The eastern corner is fenced off, housing five chickens.
On the west side, near the old house, stands a persimmon tree, a good spot for cooling off in summer.
The branches have long shed their leaves, but each persimmon hangs plump and juicy. It shouldn't be long before they're ready to eat.
Wei Zhao remained silent for a long time.
The last time Yu Tingwan spoke with Li Lian, he overheard and knew Yu Tingwan was eager to marry.
But... knowing it's a trap and still jumping in, that's rare.
His face remained as bloodless as ever.
Beside him, the medicine pot was bubbling, the bitter scent of medicine lingering at his nose.
The sound of Hui Niang's voice came from the stove room.
She was speaking with Yu Tingwan.
