At night, the servants discussed matters in the gazebo of the rear garden.
"Did you hear? Young Master brought a woman home today."
"Heard about it, they say she's sick. Dr. Zhao went to check on her this afternoon, seems like Young Master scolded him a lot."
"Dr. Zhao got scolded? Oh heavens! Could it be that she has some strange disease that Dr. Zhao can't cure?"
"Shush! Keep your voice down, Young Master hasn't gone to bed yet. If he hears us, we'll have to pack our bags and leave."
"So, do any of you know the real story? Just now I tried asking Uncle Zhong, and he told me to stop being nosy. He looked quite mysterious, must know something about Young Master and that woman. Should we go bother him some more?"
"Don't you all understand what kind of person Uncle Zhong is? Tight-lipped and never speaks ill of others behind their backs. Even if you threatened him with a knife, you still wouldn't be able to get anything out of him."
"That's true…"
