Xiao Wu looked up, blinked, and then it dawned on her. 'Looks like my sister knows those people!'
That put her at ease.
Xiao Wu yawned. She had probably eaten too much for dinner and was now getting sleepy.
In addition, a maid had already prepared a brazier in the room, making it toasty warm. It chased away the last of the chill, making her eyes too heavy to keep open.
Ye Chutang looked away, acting as if she hadn't noticed anything, and took Xiao Wu to wash up.
Once everything was settled, she draped a snow-white cloak over her shoulders and sat down at the table again.
Tucked into her quilt, Xiao Wu drowsily watched her sister pick up a brush, seemingly writing something.
She wanted to go take a look, but she fell into a deep sleep before she could even move.
Ye Chutang's expression was calm, her movements as fluid as flowing water as she wrote, stroke by stroke.
She was writing a prescription.
