Yu Wen missed her father, but unfortunately, he seldom wrote back. Her mother often scolded him in private and even said she would give him a piece of her mind when he returned.
She didn't know how her father was faring in Chuanzhou Province, but she didn't want to ask Miss An either. This person's motives were too strong. The more it was so, the less she would associate with her to avoid causing trouble for her father.
Then Yu Wen stood up, shedding her lazy demeanor entirely. Her posture was straight, and her every move reflected rigorous training in etiquette; the aura of a magistrate emerged. With a swift turn, she left with her maidservants.
Miss An, "??"
Isn't the magistrate concerned about her father?
Miss An stomped her foot. She still had the task her father entrusted to her, but she didn't know what was happening at home. She only knew she had to talk more with the magistrate and deliver the contents of the pouch. Thinking of this, she touched the pouch painfully.
