"Oh, don't worry about it." Qiaoqiao stood on the small water bridge in the old courtyard, facing the brilliant sunshine of late spring and early summer, she grinned, "Just tell me, do you know what kind of tea Yun Qing prefers?"
Uncle Wu nodded, however he looked baffled, "Old Master likes green tea, the lighter the better."
"Then fetch the West Lake Longjing tea that a senior leader gifted to Grandpa last time. Be generous with the tea, brew it carefully and seriously."
Uncle Wu nodded again, left without understanding.
Only then did Qiaoqiao start walking towards the old man in the north wing, muttering to herself as she walked.
"Wait until I put a strong laxative in it, it will kill you all."
After crossing several small bridges, Qiaoqiao detoured the stone path full of flowers and plants and took a shortcut to the north wing.
Indeed, from a distance, she saw Yun Qing kneeling on the grass.
Grandpa's desk was next to him.
