Chen Wanqing let Xiang'er lead her out. Just as she reached the door, she looked back at Zhao Jing.
Zhao Jing gave her a reassuring look, and Chen Wanqing left with Xiang'er.
Xiang'er's room was right next to Mrs. Zhao's; she occupied the west room. It was quite spacious and decorated with the charming, clever touches of a young lady.
A glance around the room revealed a pink bed canopy and an apricot-yellow quilt. Beside the bed stood a vanity laden with rouge and powders, along with an exceptionally well-preserved bronze mirror.
Xiang'er's room also had an elm bookshelf, but it held only a few scattered books. Furthermore, the books were almost all brand new, their pages apparently untouched.
The shelf was mostly filled with trinkets Xiang'er had collected and small handicrafts she had made herself: cloth dolls, ceramic insects and birds, a wicker basket for her needlework, a homemade round fan, a vase filled with colorful peonies…
