"Then let's go take a rest." Xie Ruyu did not insist, she took her sister's hand and walked towards the backyard of the temple.
Xie Wanqing followed her arrangement.
Since she was here to accompany her sister for the meet-up, they couldn't just head down the mountain like this.
Samantabhadra Temple, a busy temple in the suburbs of the Capital, occupied a vast area. Its backyard, though not as scenic as the Marquis Mansion gardens, had a unique charm.
However, the weather was too cold, making it unsuitable for garden walks. After a few steps, the sisters were led by a little monk into a special side room designated for nobility to rest.
Inside, the charcoal fire was plentiful. Xie Wanqing untied her cloak, sat down, and said, "I do know a thing or two about Duan Cheng."
"Oh?" Xie Ruyu was somewhat surprised and quickly asked, "Then please tell me, Sister Wanwan, what do you think of him?"
