Qi Jiaer, now seven years old, had learned from Nanny Jin and the many maid servants the difference between men and women. Upon entering, he stopped in the outer room, tugging at Jiu Yue's sleeve to ask questions but dared not venture further inside.
"Sister Jiu Yue, where is my sister? Why isn't she anywhere to be seen? Weren't we supposed to go out for some pastries together? Brother Sanshun is waiting outside, and so is Uncle Guan. We're all in a hurry."
Jiu Yue quickly held her index finger to her lips, speaking in a hushed tone, "Brother Jia, speak quietly, Miss Ye hasn't woken up yet."
For ease of movement, Qi Jiaer was still dressed in his usual clothes, only the fabric was of a much higher quality now, a uniform cloud-patterned satin, with embroidery and stitching that was incredibly delicate and fine.
