The clamor from the women leaving had faded.
Fang Chengyu squinted his eyes to look at the courtyard through the glass.
Liu’er stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at the person sending the flowers from the greenhouse.
"Concubine Yuan specially had these sent out; the first flowers of spring," said an obsequious maid. "Miss, take a look and see what you like."
Liu’er selected and chose, seeming very satisfied, then waved her hand to send someone in.
"Don’t arrange them in Young Master’s room," she said. "Just the study."
The servants that were headed straight for Young Master’s room stopped, not understanding.
"The ones in Young Master’s room should be changed to new," said one gutsy maid.
Liu’er scoffed.
"What do you understand. Young Master is ill and is taking medicine. His room already has a very strong scent," she said. "It would be even worse with an added flower scent."
The ‘strong scent’ referred to Fang Chengyu’s stench from his illness.
