Venerable Qin sipped her tea as she paced the attic of her own estate.
The weather was overcast, and the green grasslands and azure mountains before her eyes also lost their color, which was quite dispiriting.
She took a sip of tea, placed the teacup on the silver tray held by a servant, and then waved her hand.
The servant bowed and retreated backward, leaving the attic courtyard.
"Commoners," Venerable Qin shook her head and said.
At that moment, hurried footsteps came from downstairs; she turned her head and saw it was her favorite courtier.
It was that man who had visited her in the hospital, Li Lianhua.
