Madam Luo nodded and said, "Yes, I have clarified everything. I will report to the Mistress." After saying that, she headed towards the hanging flower gate.
Under the moonlight, Tang Garden had lost its mystery to outsiders. Like all rich families, it had upturned eaves, pavilions, winding streams, and beautiful gardens. But it had one unique feature: an abundance of begonia trees. Apart from the Four Seasons Begonia and Autumn Begonia, almost all of the begonia trees bore fruit, their sour-sweet scent lingering in the air, creating a very comfortable atmosphere.
Madam Luo walked to a delicately decorated courtyard and knocked on the door. A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old nun opened the door. She said softly, "Patron Huang has arrived. The abbess is reciting sutras."
