In a small hall in the east wing, Ziqing had only just arrived and hadn’t even finished her first cup of tea when Madam Gu came rushing in.
“You… you must be Ziqing?”
Madam Gu recognized her at a glance, hurrying forward to take her hand, her face full of excitement and joy.
“Yes, and you are… Madam Gu?” Ziqing said politely, noting the old woman...