"Thirteen can weave, fourteen learns to tailor. Fifteen can pluck the harp, sixteen recites poetry. Seventeen becomes your wife, eternally bearing sadness. You are an official, guarding your integrity steadfastly. Your humble concubine resides in an empty room, as we seldom meet each day..."
As she read the end where one of the spouses jumps into a river and the other hangs themselves, tears filled Nan Feng's eyes again.
As she continued reading, she found herself propped up on the bed, then later lying down. Eventually, she fell asleep.
She should have been anxious being confined here, but with Ye-Ge's arrangements, Nan Feng spent her time as if it was leisurely.
...
That evening, it was Ye-Ge who brought Nan Feng her meal.
It wasn't prisoner food, but what Ye-Ge usually ate in the Inspection Mansion, complete with vegetables and chicken legs. Both ate heartily.
