They did not know where Si Jin got all of his stories from, but somehow he could come up with a new story every day, telling the children fantastical tales of ghosts and gods.
The triplets were utterly engrossed.
They stuck to him like glue, demanding a new story every day.
As for Jiang Yeqian, he never took a step out of his room. He simply stayed inside, meditating and sorting out his breaths.
Li Qing sent servants over with their food every day, so it was convenient to say the least.
After Qi Qingyao returned from Heir Pei's chambers, she ate lunch with the triplets. After that, the children bugged Si Jin for more stories, while Jiang Yeqian gave Qi Qingyao a complicated look.
"I have a question for you."
Qi Qingyao looked at him and held out her hand.
"Why are you holding out your hand?" Jiang Yeqian was confused.