A moment later, in the garden.
It was almost noon and the hottest part of the day. The sun was shining brightly.
In the pavilion, Shen Yaowei sat slightly on a bamboo recliner. On the stone table beside her were frozen fruits and cool plum fruit tea to quench her thirst. Beside her, Zi Yun was fanning her.
And in the open space under the pavilion, the sun was baking the ground.
Granny Shen was dressed in brown clothes. Her lifeless attire matched her expressionless face, making her look extremely dignified. She held a ruler in her hand and said to Yu Linlang, who was practicing her walking posture with a bowl of tea on her head, "As His Highness' concubine, your walking posture must be dignified. You can't twist your waist and swing your hips again with the aura of dust."
