She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Ye Xinyan endured repeatedly but ultimately couldn’t help herself. She dismissed the maid and the old woman servant and looked at Zhou Biyao, who was drafting a chart, and asked, "You are not familiar with Sixth Master Rong and the others; they haven’t returned on time, yet you are extremely worried. What exactly are you worried about?"

Zhou Biyao could feel Ye Xinyan’s concern, and she was very nervous herself. When Ye Xinyan asked her this question, without thinking, she answered, "But I am very close to Third Brother Wong. Didn’t sister tell me yesterday that there would be no problems? Then why does it seem that sister is even more worried?"

Ye Xinyan gripped her forehead forcefully, realizing that Zhou Biyao was indeed worried about Wong Qiao. This young girl, aren’t the women in their chambers supposed to abide strictly by social decorum? Where were these thoughts coming from? As women from families like theirs, shouldn’t they yearn for gentlemen as fair as jade, elegant young masters? Yet, Wong Qiao was merely a craftsman.

Zhou Biyao saw that Ye Xinyan had asked a question but didn’t respond further, so she peered over cautiously and tentatively called out, "Sister?"

Ye Xinyan calmed down a bit before lowering her hand, saying, "It’s nothing, I’m just preoccupied with some heavy thoughts. Don’t worry, carry on with your work, I’ll go check the workshop."

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"Oh," Zhou Biyao looked at Ye Xinyan with some suspicion as she got up and continued to bow her head to her task.

Her brush hadn’t yet touched the paper, and Ye Xinyan had only reached the doorway, when sounds of commotion came from outside. Zhou Biyao abruptly looked up, just in time to see Ye Xinyan also turn her head back towards her.

Zhou Biyao exclaimed joyfully, "They have returned." As she spoke, she threw down her brush, slid to the edge of the kang bed, and put on her shoes.