It was late at night, yet there had been several scares, and everyone in Prince Duan's Mansion had gone to bed early. Fu Dong and Nian Xia attended to Zheng Nianru as she bathed and dried her hair. They lit scented incense, and the little courtyard became utterly tranquil, a stark contrast to the upheaval of the previous days, now as calm as the aftermath of a storm.
Nanny Yun, feeling uneasy, came to check in. The number of guards at Prince Duan's Mansion had obviously increased, almost tripling since their arrival. But Nanny Yun was still not reassured and had come personally. Nian Xia happened to come out, as it was Fu Dong's turn to keep watch tonight.
"Nanny Yun, she has already gone to bed," Nian Xia whispered, even her movements much gentler.
Nanny Yun nodded, blocking the storybook that Xue Liu had sent over. Zheng Nianru had suddenly wanted to read it before sleep. This newest storybook was chosen for its appealing content.
