Rong Qian had planned to return to Chang'an with them, so she ordered the bathhouse to be prepared and told them to rest well, while she went to the yard to give instructions.
But it wasn't long before the yard was thrown into chaos. As Ran Yan passed by underneath the corridor, she saw Rong Qian chasing a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy with a broom. The boy dodged desperately, nimble in his movements, but still no match for Rong Qian, and within a few strikes, he was swept to the ground.
"You little rascal, don't think that just because I've been away for a few days you can do whatever you want in Xinfeng! If I catch you mingling with those young nobles again, watch me sell you off to a brothel!" Rong Qian's anger was fierce, with no hint of jest.
