Examine

Song Jia looked at the sleeping figure on the bed.

His body was thin, almost bony. But despite that, he seemed to be well-groomed. His sleeping robes were clean though faded, his hair though long was neatly braided, his nails were cut evenly and he also looked fresh-shaven. However, he still smelled of the steam from earlier on.

Looking around the room, Song Jia could see that this room was once full of furniture with how big the space was.

Now, though the floor was clean, there were cobwebs on the ceiling.

She remembered what the manager and the steward said back at the Agency of Market Commandant.

There were only two stewards left serving the family and both were already old.

'It must be the old man and woman earlier.' She thought.

She glanced at Madame Murong and noticed her without any jewelry. On her hair was a simple jade hairpin. A few loose strands of her hair framed her gaunt face.