160, A Deal

The usually quiet Taiping Medical Hall suddenly became bustling with commotion.

Prince Jing, like a whirlpool, dragged with it old decayed leaves and branches, pulling into this place all the visible and invisible disputes and dissent.

The strong servants led by Consort Yun dispersed around the courtyard, their vigilant eyes making the space seem crowded.

Behind Consort Yun, a strong servant disdainfully sized up the humble courtyard: the snow had not been cleaned up properly, the crevices between the blue bricks retained moss, and the large water tank in the corner was missing a small piece, the bamboo broom leaning against the wall was balding.

Only the apricot tree wrapped in red silk cloth in the center of the courtyard seemed pleasant to the eye.

One of the strong servants reached out to touch the red cloth on the tree branches, only to be grabbed by the wrist by Liang Mao'er, who said gruffly, "Don't touch!"