"I've heard that the Cloudy Pavilion is the best place to enjoy the misty rain," Lu Jiu suddenly recalled something, smiling as he said, "Miss Jiang the Second wouldn't have gone to watch the rain, would she? That would be quite elegant."
"No," Wen Ji said, "Miss Jiang the Second sat for a while in the Cloudy Pavilion with two maids, then she went to the peach tree behind the pavilion. There is a grave there, and Miss Jiang the Second left her umbrella on the grave, to shelter it from the rain."
Jih Heng and Lu Jiu's movements paused simultaneously.
Jih Heng raised an eyebrow, a trace of interest visible in his beautiful eyes, he asked, "Oh? Did she go to pay respects?"
"She didn't bring anything to offer, but Miss Jiang the Second looked as if she knew the deceased. She stood in front of the grave for a long time and seemed very sad," Wen Ji's response was very detailed.
"Then that is paying respects," Jih Heng said.
Lu Jiu asked, "My lord, why do you say that?"