"No, I don't want to! Auntie, please let me see Uncle... Auntie, Little Aunties..."
"Zhenzhu, be a good girl. Don't cause a scene..."
"Let your aunties take you to my courtyard. You can tell me and them whatever is on your mind."
"No... I just want to see Uncle! Don't pull me! I want to see my uncle!"
The sound of Zhenzhu's crying, mingled with the placating voices of Mrs. Liu and several concubines, drifted in from outside the courtyard.
Ye Qianning glanced at Xiang Minghou. Seeing his silence and downcast eyes, she sighed.
In the time she had been at the manor, she had come to understand Xiang Zhenzhu's character well. The girl was very timid and usually stuck close to the old madam or Mrs. Wang, rarely running off on her own.
Her coming to Yuehua Small Building meant there was an eighty-percent chance someone had put her up to it.
