My heart had long since grown cold; it was just a matter of not being reconciled.
Even if Yun Qi really took a concubine, Mrs. Han couldn't bring herself to do it.
Yun Jinnian returned to Niannian Garden and asked Mrs. Yuan to distribute the pastries and lock the jewelry away in a chest.
She didn't want to wear them, nor did she have the desire to do so.
The festival lights were just beginning to shine.
Yun Residence
Dining Hall
Two large tables were filled with dishes and delicacies, an array of sumptuous flavors.
The elder madam cheerfully called everyone to sit down, "Sit down, everyone, sit down!"
Glutinous rice balls were served, eight for each person, filled with sesame, walnut, and brown sugar – fragrant and delicious.
Yun Jinnian loved sweets; she ate her eight rice balls and then gently set down her bowl, dabbing the corners of her mouth delicately with a handkerchief.
A maid immediately took away the bowl so the meal could begin.
