After Xu Keke finished washing up and changing her clothes, she heard the voice of a coloratura soprano coming from downstairs; it was foreign opera. Her maid, Xibao, was drying her hair.

"Third Concubine has gone back to her room. She's listening to the gramophone. Sometimes Third Concubine sings too, but only when no one else is home."

Is no one home?

"Yes, the master and mistress took the young lady and young master to a banquet. It was while she and the second concubine were at home."

"By the way, where is the Fourth Miss?" Xu Keke actually wanted to ask which room Du Rui was in.

“Before I came up, I saw the second concubine pulling her back into the room. The fourth young lady has moved to the first floor now, but she doesn’t like living there. She’s been staying with the second concubine these days.”

Xu Keke picked up the perfume balm on the table, smelled it, and found it had a pungent fragrance. She quickly moved it away, saying, "The room she moved to isn't good."

“Yes,” Xi Bao didn’t tie her up, but instead let her long, black hair down and draped it over her shoulders.

“That room isn’t as big as this one, and you have to wash up outside. Originally, Wang Ma, who works with Madam, said she wanted to give you the room upstairs. Luckily, Madam was wise; that room is old and difficult to clean.”

Xi Bao was young and had only been with the Du family for a short time. She was quite talkative. Without Xu Keke even asking, she told Xu Keke everything she knew. However, her knowledge was limited; basically, everything she said was already known to Xu Keke.

Only Lin Meijuan and her two daughters remained in the downstairs living room.

Du Yuan kept a cold face and didn't say much. Du Shan snuggled up to Lin Meijuan and whispered to her, "Mom, do you think she'll listen to us? She doesn't seem easy to deal with."

Lin Meijuan smiled as she slept her hair, "You, there's no need to worry about someone who's fierce on the outside. She's already shown all her skills. Her only support is your grandmother."

Lin Meijuan sneered disdainfully, "Just using someone else's name to intimidate people. You should know that your grandmother cares most about your father. She would even sacrifice herself for him, let alone him."

Du Yuan stared at her own fingernails, her expression shifting from icy coldness to disgust. Neither of the two people beside her noticed, or perhaps they did but choose not to.