Purple Jade hadn't gone to sleep yet, still holding a pen, writing and calculating accounts. With the young miss gone, all the household and outside affairs piled up on her. Moreover, it's the end of the year, so all sorts of businesses need accounting and reconciliation. She indeed had a lot on her plate.
As for the household matters, there was still Nanny Cheng to help manage things, so it was somewhat easier. But she was just the assistant; she was the primary one, so she had to make decisions on many matters.
Yet Purple Jade didn't feel the slightest bit unhappy; instead, she felt extremely fulfilled. Such busy days made her feel grounded and at ease from the bottom of her heart.
Just as she pressed the brush down to draw a point, Purple Jade's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she shouted, "Who?" Simultaneously, the brush in her hand was thrown, piercing through the window paper, shooting towards the shadow outside the window.
