The night of her return to the Yan Family, despite Xiao Yeyang's repeated assurances to Daohua that he wouldn't overdo it, Daohua still didn't get out of bed until noon the next day.
"Where is that liar, Xiao Yeyang?"
After soaking in the bath for a while, Daohua finally felt more comfortable.
As Wang Manman set the meal, she said, "The young master left early in the morning. He seemed in a good mood, so there must be something going on."
Daohua didn't ask any further. It was almost the year's end—the busiest time, so it wasn't surprising that Xiao Yeyang was pulled away for something.
After lunch, Daohua took another stroll around Pingxi Hall. She walked to aid digestion and also took the opportunity to check on how the servants were doing their jobs.
Wang Manman whispered the news she had gathered over the past few days, "The Princess Consort has arranged for quite a few old hands from the Prince Residence to work here at Pingxi Hall—many are quite slick."