"Right, has anything interesting happened in Yanjing City in the past few years? I heard that the old madam of Rong Xinling passed away three years ago; I remember she gave me a Guanyin Double-Sided Embroidery when I was a child. Also, Sister Yu Xiang mentioned Yanjing City's number one beauty—her husband was the top scholar and had recently fallen ill and passed away. Is that true?"
It came out of nowhere. Why suddenly talk about these trivial matters? Xiangqiao was initially baffled, but seeing Jiang Li's earnest expression, she quickly realized that Miss Jiang the Second must have been cooped up in the mountains for too long. Although she was already fifteen, she was still a child at heart, seeking to hear fresh and exciting stories.
Xiangqiao, despite being greedy for silver, indeed got things done satisfactorily when paid, especially when it was as simple as moving her lips, much like gossiping with the girls on any regular day.