Quan Yu placed both hands over his lower abdomen, respectfully following behind Zhenming. As he stepped into Qinghui Courtyard, he saw Bai Qingyan's silhouette reflected in the window, bent over writing, and his eyes welled up.
"Gonggong, please wait a moment. I will go in and report to the Eldest Young Lady." Zhenming greeted Quan Yu politely.
Quan Yu nodded in thanks, standing nervously under the porch. When he looked down, his disheveled hair and disorderly clothing reflected his state. Knowing he was about to meet the Princess of Zhen, Quan Yu quickly inspected himself, straightening his sleeves, brushing off the dust on his clothes, and smoothing his hair as best he could with his hands. Just then, he heard Zhenming call him inside.
