Zhulan returned home from the Qin Prince Residence, her head still buzzing, feeling extremely fatigued.
Yu Yi was a clever little girl and the eldest daughter of the third branch of the family. Mature beyond her years, she worriedly asked, "Grandma, what's wrong?"
Zhulan picked up a teacup and poured herself some tea, the cool drink clearing her mind significantly, "Grandma is fine."
Yu Yi didn't believe it, the little girl becoming a bit anxious, "If you're not feeling well, you can't just bear with it. I'll go call a doctor right away."
Zhulan hugged Yu Yi, chuckling softly, "Grandma really is fine, just a bit tired."
Seeing that her grandma could still hold her, Yu Yi believed her, "Then, Grandma, take a rest for a while."
Zhulan indeed needed rest because she hadn't cried, which made her stand out conspicuously, and then came the tragedy—everyone insisted on telling her how sad the story was, determined to make her cry too.
