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.,I'm sure Second Madam wouldn't dare to suggest making Fourth Master a concubine again.,As dusk fell, Cheng'er finished reciting the sutras. Her aching waist told her it was time to stop. She rose and walked out of the back courtyard through the side gate of the temple.。