Duan Yunfei has a sharp tongue and a bad temper?
Shen Qinglan thought that the Duan Yunfei Luo Jing spoke of might not be the same one she knew!
At least, from the time she knew Duan Yunfei to now, she had never seen him lose his temper or say anything malicious.
Duan Yunfei’s voice, tinged with a bit of helplessness, came from the doorway.
Unexpectedly, Duan Yunfei had already been standing at the door for some time.
Luo Jing’s eyelids twitched, and she quickly changed her tune, saying, "Well, I was just talking nonsense. My son is good at everything!"
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"Son, weren’t you discussing matters with your father? How come you came back so soon?" Luo Jing’s voice carried a hint of guilt.
"Nothing much. Father called me over to ask me to go down the mountain to help handle the refugee situation."
Duan Yunfei walked in and said to Shen Qinglan, "It’s getting late, let’s head back!"
Shen Qinglan softly agreed, got up, and said farewell to Luo Jing and Madam Xuan.
Luo Jing called her personal maid and said, "Ziyun, escort the Young Master and Miss Shen back."
Ziyun had just taken the lantern handed over by another maid when she heard Duan Yunfei say, "No need, just give me the lantern."
"Give it to him," Luo Jing said.
Upon hearing this, Ziyun cautiously handed the lantern over to Duan Yunfei.
"Mom, Aunt Mei, we’re leaving now."
"Go ahead, be careful on the stairs," Madam Xuan said. "It’s been raining lately, and the stone steps have grown a lot of moss. Earlier today, a little maid accidentally slipped, fortunately without getting injured."
Duan Yunfei responded lightly, then took Shen Qinglan out of Fangfei Courtyard.
Not long after they left, snow began gently falling.
Shen Qinglan extended her hand, and several flakes landed on her palm.
"This year’s snow is much later than usual," Duan Yunfei said. "In past years, the manor would already be covered in snow and ice by now."
He looked at Shen Qinglan and said, "I originally planned for you to stay at the manor for a few more days, but it seems we’ll have to wait for the next time."
"Why?" Shen Qinglan asked, puzzled.
Duan Yunfei said, "Since it’s snowing, we have to descend early; if we wait, the roads will be difficult to traverse."
"I see!" Shen Qinglan suddenly understood.
When they returned to Feiyun Pavilion, Shen Qinglan couldn’t help but curiously ask, "I’ve noticed that every other courtyard has attendants, but why is yours empty?"
"Usually there’s someone who comes in to clean," Duan Yunfei said. "I’m not often back here, and when I am, Xuan Ming and Xuan Ying are around, so there’s no need for others."
In the morning, Shen Qinglan opened the door and saw the courtyard of Feiyun Pavilion covered in silver-white snow, icicles hanging from the eaves, crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful.
Xuan Ming, just coming out of the kitchen with food boxes in both hands.
Shen Qinglan greeted him good morning, and she heard him say, "The kitchen has already heated up water for washing. Someone will bring it for Miss Shen soon; it’s cold outside, Miss Shen should first rest inside."
As Shen Qinglan nodded, she saw two maids coming her way, carrying things.
Among them was Ziyun, Luo Jing’s personal maid.
"Miss Shen is awake!"
Ziyun smiled and brought the basin into the room, busily handling the washing tools.
"Breakfast is ready. Master Xuan has already taken it to the main hall; Miss Shen should wash up earlier!"
As soon as she finished washing, Xuan Ming came to call people.