"Hey? Steward, what kind of talk is that?" the eunuch asked, displeased.
"What kind of talk? The kind people speak. She's just a child, so what if she's a little slow? If you're that bothered by it, why don't you send your own people in to pack for her?" The steward had changed a lot recently; he had even learned how to throw his weight around.
The eunuch's face darkened. "Enough of this nonsense," he snapped. "If you delay Her Ladyship the Imperial Consort, your petty General's Estate won't be able to bear the consequences."
"You..."
"Insolent! To talk back to me time and again! Guards, slap—"
"Steward Grandpa."
Before the eunuch could finish his furious command, Luo Wen walked out carrying Ye Qianning.
"Young Miss," the steward said, rushing forward to greet them.
"Mm," Ye Qianning acknowledged with a nod, her eyes lifting to meet the eunuch's.
