Lin Qing was copying medical cases by the window, and when she suddenly heard the news brought by Chun Fen, her hand shook, and she looked up with a trace of confusion.
On the paper, a blot of ink was spreading. Sang'er took the pen from her hand and placed it on the penholder, whispering, "Master."
Lin Qing then recovered her senses and looked first at the blot of ink on the paper with some annoyance, before smiling at Chun Fen, "I understand. When Master Buhui diagnoses the old Madam, I will be present."
Chun Fen delivered the message, then kneeled in a salute and withdrew.
Lin Qing cupped her chin, staring dazedly at the snow outside the window until the aroma of tea wafted to her nose, prompting her to turn her head.
"Master, don't think too much."
Lin Qing curled her lips in a smile, "I didn't expect the grandmaster to truly come."
Sang'er hesitated to speak.
