Today's Yilan Pavilion was exceptionally quiet.
In the garden, there was one less figure bent over practicing calligraphy.
Amidst the flourishing, season-defying flowers, there was also absent the blue-clothed girl who used to dash around with a flower spade, busily turning the soil.
And next to the pavilion's entrance, the Guest Pavilion had seen no scholars from Mochi coming to seek guidance ever since a certain someone became a teaching assistant.
In fact, this wasn't to say that the Mochi scholars had no problems to consult Mr. Zhu about, but nobody would foolishly come over for trivial matters to play 'grandchild' to a certain 'grand dame.'
And this 'grand dame' named Yourong, who actually couldn't stay still at all, was currently squatting in the Bamboo Forest next to Zunjing Pavilion not too far from Yilan Pavilion, quietly yet vigorously scooping soil with a small spade as if racing against time.
