"Young Master Qin, our lady is getting dressed, please wait for her in the hall!" Xing Niang approached him and politely asked him to step aside with an outstretched hand.
Qin Musheng reluctantly glanced at Ran Yan before following Wan Lu to the hall.
With indignation, Wan Lu said, "The gatekeepers have gone too far, how could they let a man into the Inner Courtyard!"
"Someone must've given instructions, otherwise, they wouldn't dare to be so neglectful of their duties, even if they had the courage of a lion," Ran Yan adjusted her skirt in front of the mirror.
"Did the madam mention a stepmother?" Wan Lu exclaimed in surprise.
"I didn't say it," Ran Yan turned and walked toward the hall.
With a puzzled face, Wan Lu followed her, wondering to herself, if it wasn't the stepmother, who could it be? Could it be the young master? Or maybe the Eighteenth Lady?
In the hall, Qin Musheng was kneeling on the mat, occasionally looking towards the door.