Yan Qing, after Ling Hua left, took a book of paintings into the room, lay on the bed to browse through a few pages. When Yun Luo returned, he asked, "Did you send her back?"
Yun Luo nodded, "Sent her back."
"Did you get wet in the rain?"
Yun Luo nodded again, "The mistress's shoes and the hem of her clothes are wet."
At this time, Yan Qing felt the women's embroidered shoes were visually appealing but not practical. If they were men's boots, stepping in a few puddles wouldn't wet the feet. He ordered, "Go have the kitchen prepare a bowl of ginger soup and send it over to her so she doesn't catch a cold. She's already so lean and dry; we don't need her getting sick and causing more trouble."
Yun Luo nodded and turned to leave.
The kitchen staff wasn't bothered by the hassle at all; they all thought that the young Marquis really cared for the young mistress. Even though the young couple didn't live together, his concern didn't dwindle at all. They felt it was quite sweet.
