"She'll turn seventeen after the new year."
Pei Yunshu's eyes brightened as she murmured, "Little Ah Ying is four..." She then looked towards Lu Tong with a smile and asked, "I wonder, does Doctor Lu have a promised suitor?"
Lu Tong: "..."
She was uncharacteristically at a loss for words. The Princess Wenjun seemed much less steady and elegant than when they had first met, her familiarity and warmth somewhat overwhelming.
After a pause, Lu Tong said, "I am promised."
Pei Yunshu's smile faltered.
"I already have a fiancé," she said.
Pei Yunshu's smile turned awkward. After a moment, as if to lighten the mood, she spoke up, "That makes sense. With a gentle and elegant heart like yours, Doctor Lu, there must be no shortage of marriage proposals."
She wanted to ask more, but Lu Tong interjected, "If I may be so bold, has the Princess Consort found the person who poisoned the young miss?"
Pei Yunshu paused.
Lu Tong looked at her earnestly.
