Jiang Yuzhu took a deep breath and said directly, "Actually, this afternoon, Men Ling and I had planned to go fishing behind the hill."
Pei Yanqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, his surprise evidently beyond his expectation.
"Isn't Men Ling supposed to be sleeping in her room?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion and concern.
Jiang Yuzhu shook her head, a sense of urgency flashing in her eyes.
"No, Men Ling has been out for a while, hoping to take advantage of the good weather to fish in the creek behind the hill. She might still be waiting for me there," her voice carried a whisper of apology, seeming to regret her secret plans and their sudden revelation to Pei Yanqing.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Pei Yanqing's face, aware of grandmother's strict order. The creek behind the hill was beautiful, but not without its risks, especially for Jiang Yuzhu, who was pregnant.