"4th Aunt! 4th Aunt!"
Qin and I turned around, hesitating on the steps into the wagon I was getting on. Zi Long's young son came running up to me at the entrance of Han Manor.
"Little Master, don't run so fast!" Qin called out in warning, but the 6-year-old tripped on his robes, landing flat on the ground with a loud shout.
Despite the heavy dark blue dress I had put on for my entry into the Palace for the New Year's celebration, I rushed forward to pick up the child, worry enveloping me.
"Yao Xun, how many times do I have to tell you not to run?" My second sister-in-law came rushing out of Hu Yue Ge, looking harassed.
Little Yao Xun didn't cry as I lifted him to his feet, brushing the remnants of winter off his robes. He was dressed smartly in a set of light blue robes, almost the same colour that Feng Mian wore on a daily basis. Usually representing unmarried noblemen.
