Gu Fula had just returned from outside. Although she had wiped her face, there were still beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, and her cheeks were sunburned red.
"Where did Mother go?" Du Yunluo's asked her with a smile.
Gu Fula's sat down on the edge of the stool and said, "Madam, do you remember the courtyard where Aunt Qiao used to live?"
Du Yunluo was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, then slowly nodded.
Of course she remembered.
In the secluded corner of the back courtyard of the Marquis Mansion, that was where she used to live, and every brick and tile was especially familiar to her.
"Today is the nineteenth of June. I wanted to see if Lady An really had faith in Buddha, so I lingered quietly near Manhe Garden," Gu Fula's said softly.
Manhe Garden was on the far west end of the courtyard, rarely frequented, and with Gu Fula's standing at a distance, no one would notice her.
