Lian Hua's taste buds were still immersed in the rich fragrance of cow's milk as she absently replied, "Very good, everything's fine, it's just that my vision isn't very good."
"What do you mean by 'not very good'?" The Emperor asked quietly, wanting to know if she meant blind or foolish with her comment about poor vision.
Unaware of his thoughts, Lian Hua said, "Didn't you ride horseback on a long journey a few days ago? Soon after you left, with nothing to do, I thought about making a swing. The sun was still high, but Steward Zhang said it was too late in the day, fearing I might bump into something. He sent everyone away, and the swing was never made. Would you say that isn't poor vision on Steward Zhang's part?"
Indeed… he had overthought it. His Little Concubine was straightforward; poor vision was meant in the literal sense.