Extra Story Four: Qian Yijing (2)

In mid-July, inside a boudoir, Qian Yijing leaned against a beauty couch, fretting. On the round table at the center of the room, the plate of golden honey peaches had withered again. If not eaten today, these few peaches would spoil.

The peach tree had lost its fruit half a month ago, and besides the plate before her, all the peaches she had picked had gone bad. Her mother and sister had kept some, but she felt those peaches were too green, and even if they ripened and turned golden, they wouldn't taste good. The peaches she had kept were slightly golden and red, but they spoiled in less than ten days.

She pouted her lips, continuously tearing at the handkerchief in her hands. Brother Ji was quite picky, and if the taste was not good, he would not like it...

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, as well as the voice of the young maid, Qing Xing, "Second Miss, Second Miss..."

Wan He scolded, "How can there be no manners at all? Why the shouting?"