"I want to meet Wang Xiaojing's family."
Pan Yun raised an eyebrow. Her gaze swept over Lu Yuan, but she still rose to her feet. "Please come with me."
Pan Yun led the two of them to the rear courtyard.
They were twisting hemp rope in the backyard, while Younger Sister Wang dragged a broom around and galloped through the courtyard on it.
When she saw Pan Yun, she tossed aside the broom and rushed over, wrapping her arms around Pan Yun's leg. Tilting up her face, she flashed her brightest smile. "Junior Martial Uncle—"
Pan Yun smiled and patted her head, then introduced Yu Qian to the Wang family. "He is a guest of our Mount Sanqing."
The Wang family showed no strange expressions just because the two men were dressed in rags. They did not even ask where Yu Qian had come from or what he did. They simply invited them to sit with warm enthusiasm.
Using the excuse that there was still work in the front courtyard, Pan Yun left them some space.
Yu Qian rolled up his sleeves, sat down to twist hemp rope with them, and slowly asked, "Old sir, how old are you?"
Wrinkles piled at the corners of Old Man Wang's eyes as he smiled. "I can't remember whether I'm sixty-two or sixty-one. Sometimes time passes too quickly, sometimes too slowly. Even I've gotten muddled."
Pan Yun returned to the front courtyard to dispense medicine when yamen runners came from the county office, banging gongs as they shouted, "New county office regulations! Everyone who entered the city today must leave before sunset! No one may remain in the city!"
Before the common folk could raise a clamor, the yamen runner shouted, "Leaving the city or going to jail—choose one yourselves! These are the