After the meal, all those who were due to work went off to their labors, including the energetic Xibao, who followed Father Lu, clutching his own little whip and chanting, "I have a little donkey, I don't ride it, grandpa does!"
Fubao, on the other hand, kept nodding off, her eyes too sleepy to open. Feng Qingxue carried her to the bed and settled her in.
When Feng Qingxue went out to wash the duck eggs, Qingyun followed her into the kitchen to help.
She squatted by the basin and scrubbed the droppings from the eggs, then after some thought, spoke up, "Sister, pay attention to Acheng's matter."
"What's going on with Acheng?" Feng Qingxue felt a stir of concern.
Since Guan Cheng was already of age and very measured in his conduct, she rarely interfered with his actions and behavior, including matters of his marriage, giving him the utmost respect and freedom.
Qingyun thought for a moment, then detailed to her sister how Wang Lingzhi had repeatedly pestered Guan Cheng.