It had just rained, and the corridor was still damp. Cheng'er carefully carried a bowl of osmanthus jelly towards Madam Yuan's main chamber.,Cheng'er was just about to plead with the little girl to lift the curtain and go in, when a languid yet crisp voice from inside, belonging to Yuan Shi, reached their ears.,"Shuo'er has turned fifteen, so it's time to arrange a personal space for her. Which one do you think would be suitable"。