Occasionally, the terms "incense making" and "government office" came up, clearly in reference to Chen Wanqing and Chen Song.
This was something Chen Wanqing had long expected. She wasn't angry, nor did she bother correcting the rumors spreading among the townspeople.
The townspeople were just gossiping out of boredom. Once a new spectacle appeared in town, they would naturally move on to that.
Chen Wanqing ran into Zhao Jing at her doorway.
The handsome young man was frowning slightly, taking large strides as he headed out.
Behind him, De'an followed at an unhurried pace. "My sister is nineteen, not nine months or nine years old. She knows the way home; she'll be back when she's finished with her work. Is this really necessary? Just because you haven't seen her for a little while, you have to personally go and..."
Before he could get the next word out, De'an spotted Chen Wanqing arriving at the entrance.
