Faced with such a genial old woman, Ji Qingwu was uncomfortable from head to toe.
Just a few days ago, in the carriage on the way to the palace, Old Madam Ji hadn't even deigned to give her a proper look. Yet this morning, she had shown up bright and early at Wutong Garden, and was even waiting for her to wake up.
'When something was this out of the ordinary, it meant one of two things: either her grandmother had been possessed, or there was a matter of incredible importance she needed to discuss.'
Instead of sitting next to Old Madam Ji, Ji Qingwu walked over to one of the lower seats and sat down.
"Grandmother," she began, "you've come so early. What is this urgent matter?"
Old Madam Ji gestured to Nanny Feng, who brought forward an exquisite rosewood food box inlaid with colorful mother-of-pearl, depicting flowers, birds, and auspicious beasts.
The moment Nanny Feng opened the food box, a rich, sweet fragrance filled the entire room.
