Xu Jia was reluctant to pry into others' privacy, so she stopped the conversation here. She entered the main room, seeing it sparsely furnished, and ordered some people to fetch from the Marquis Mansion's storeroom an incense table, a writing desk, a sword rack, and an Arhat Bed, adding new cushions and bolster pillows.
Once everything was arranged, she suddenly felt something was amiss.
She walked out of the main house and saw Yun Huai slightly bent over, weeding the garden. His fair and elegant fingers seemed incompatible with such coarse work, yet his movements were deft, clearly not for the first time.
Upon hearing footsteps, Yun Huai's hands did not pause.
Xu Jia spoke, "As far as I know, your Yun Family has quite a few secret bases in the Capital, surely there's a private residence. Why doesn't Master Yun stay in a luxurious private residence, instead of living in such a simple courtyard?"
