The bright moon shines brilliantly upon my bed, amongst the stars that flow to the west, the night is yet to end.
This night, dinner was delayed.
Lan Ying, seeing the two people—one in front and one behind—hurry up the stairs with urgency, worried they might be quarrelling, quickly followed them. What she saw was her own master carrying the temper-flaring young madam toward the master bedroom.
With urgent steps and an ambiguous atmosphere, Lan Ying's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt; she looked on with a knowing smile at the two people arguing as they headed to the master bedroom.
Turning around, she dismissed the servants in the dining room, informing them that they were free to go and to keep the food warm.
Just in case it was needed.
As the servants departed, they whispered among themselves, fearing that this "madam" might not have many good days left.
