After dinner, everyone retired to the comfort of their bedroom—except Duke Li Shenyang who entered his private study.
Duchess Wang Qixing quietly sat in front of her vanity, her eyes clouded with a daydream. The head maidservant began to carefully take out the hairpins that made up the intricate hair design.
"Milady?" the head maidservant quietly spoke up with a worried expression on her aging face. "Is everything alright? You look very pale. Shall we have the chef boil a herb tonic?"
"No, I'm fine, Jinxia." Duchess Wang Qixing ran her finger over the sharp parts of her specialized hairpin. If needed, it could dangerously stab someone's eyes. Xueyue's hairpin was designed to be the same. A lethal weapon disguised as beautiful jewelry.
"There's just something occupying my mind, that's all," she sighed.
"Then, would you like to use lavender and eucalyptus oil tonight? To relieve stress," Jinxia said while running a comb through the Duchess's hair.
