"Isn't that concubine's daughter of age?" Yingbao asked.
Chunnian nodded: "Indeed, she's not young anymore, she seems to be about fourteen or fifteen."
She glanced at her daughter, lowered her voice and said: "The neighbors are all talking about it. The concubine has hired a boatwoman to teach her daughter the pipa. I really don't know what she's thinking. Don't let Wei Zhan go and visit tomorrow."
Yingbao chuckled: "How did Wei Zhan get involved in this?"
Chunnian gave her daughter a reproachful look: "I don't believe you didn't understand."
"I did." Yingbao hugged her mother's arm and laughed: "But Wei Zhan is not that kind of person."
"Don't be too sure." Chunnian said: "We must be cautious. If something embarrassing happens, our family will be disgraced."
"I get it."
The next day, Yingbao, her mother, second aunt, eldest aunt, and eldest sister-in-law visited Jiang Yunniang's house.