Liang Wan stepped over the porcelain shards and walked out of the room. Qiuxi glanced sorrowfully at the fragments on the floor. 'Such a fine white porcelain vase, ruined just like that. I really don't understand the mistress's thoughts at all anymore.'
Qiuxi gave the young maid a few brief instructions, then hurried out the door after her.
Having just finished lunch, Liang Jiao had ordered someone to move a spring bench into the small courtyard for her to sunbathe. Just as she was getting drowsy, she heard voices outside the courtyard. She immediately yanked the gauze scarf off her face, her eyes widening as she craned her neck to look.
The bamboo cast shifting shadows, making it hard to see clearly, but she recognized the voice at once—it was Liang Wan!
"Mistress, please wait for me in the carriage!"
"Alright, hurry back!"
