Chiyoda, Shinbashi.
Jiutiao's mother walked back into the living room from the garden, handing the pruning shears to a servant.
"Mother?" Jiutiao Meijie came down the stairs, dressed neatly.
"How rare to see you up so early," Jiutiao's mother said with a smile.
Jiutiao Meijie walked down the stairs and sat at the dining table, where a servant brought breakfast.
"I heard there was some unpleasantness yesterday?" Jiutiao's mother sat beside her daughter, resting her chin on her hands.
Her demeanor, expression, and appearance were like that of a beautiful woman in her early twenties.
"It was nothing," Jiutiao Meijie sipped her milk and quickly ate her breakfast.
"Nothing, and yet you stayed in the hospital all day? The people at Shizuru, I heard they were seriously injured?"
"Who told you that?"
"It's a secret."
Jiutiao Meijie put down her knife and fork, drank the rest of her milk in one gulp, and wiped her mouth, "I'm finished."
She got up from her seat and walked outside.
