"What happened?"
After breakfast, Jiang Pengji sat still in meditation for a while. After she finished, she started streaming and said hello to the audience as she usually did.
On the way to the study, she saw two middle-aged, female servants whispering by a rockery. One of them had tears on her cheeks and was seemingly frustrated.
Jiang Pengji's five senses were really outstanding, which would sometimes bring her troubles. To cope with the drawback, Jiang Pengji always chose to suppress her five senses to a level that was still higher than that of an ordinary person's.
From a long distance, she could only hear some fragmented words like "county gate," "death," and "wounded."