Meng Qianqian went to Yanyu Pavilion.
Everyone already knew she was the closed-door disciple of the owner, and also knew that Wu Xiuniang had been expelled from the sect for framing her. As such, they were all exceedingly courteous to her.
Shopkeeper Liu smiled and said, "What wind has brought the Young Owner here?"
"Please, I don't deserve the title," Meng Qianqian replied politely. "Is Master around?"
Shopkeeper Liu said, "The Capital City is too cold. The owner couldn't endure it and left for the south to spend the winter; she just departed the other day. She left this key and instructed me to give it to you, saying that you can enter her quarters anytime and take whatever you need."
Meng Qianqian took the key and said, "Master is so thoughtful. And really, you don't need to call me Young Owner."
Shopkeeper Liu said firmly, "Young Owner, I, Old Liu, have a good eye for people. One day, Yanyu Pavilion will surely be passed into your hands!"