After sending Hui Niang and the others off, Lu Mingshu went back to the pond to continue doing the laundry.
Liu Jizhen walked over and stood by the side, watching her silently.
Lu Mingshu lifted her head. "Master?"
Liu Jizhen nodded. "Come here."
"Yes…"
Liu Jizhen sat down, looking at Lu Mingshu before him.
On the day she had just arrived, as he recalled it, she still had had the semblance of a very delicate young lady. But today, with an old apron tied around her waist and her hands red from soaking in the cold water, she had already lost that delicate touch to her demeanour.
"Master?" Lu Mingshu felt nervous under his gaze.
Liu Jizhen moved his line of sight away, speaking with a flat tone, "I already know of your birth status."
