Princess Yun said this to make Fourth Master remember her kindness, but she hadn't expected such a response. For a moment, she didn't know whether to proceed or not.
Su Peisheng stood at the door, his head lowered, chuckling to himself inwardly.
Indeed.
The Master's mere presence is enough to be irritant, and you still prattle on, now isn't it perfect? Caught in an awkward position, aren't you?
Princess Yun could only agree with a "Yes," and stood there waiting.
After Fourth Master had his tea, he felt too lazy to move and called out for Su Peisheng.
Su Peisheng came over, helped Fourth Master out of his outer robe, then lay down in the inner chamber.
Fourth Master lay in the middle, while Princess Yun brought over a fan to fan him.
Fourth Master, tired, told her to keep fanning while he slowly drifted off to sleep.
In the sixth lunar month, even with the fan, wherever the breeze went, only that place would feel less hot.
But how much wind can a fan truly generate?
