Xuemei lowered her head and sobbed. She didn't know if Princess Duan would believe her. In her excitement, she had misspoken, but luckily she had managed to smooth things over.
She loved eating greasy food in the winter, which made her plump. But once spring came, she would lose some weight again.
Lin Qinghua rubbed her temples in annoyance, looking as if she was overwhelmed with worry. Then, she glanced at Nanny Luo.
Nanny Luo, being very experienced, understood her mistress's meaning with a single look. She hurriedly took out her purse and helped Xuemei stand up.
"Miss Xuemei, take these to buy some medicine and food. It should tide you over for a while." Nanny Luo's expression was somewhat distressed.
Of course, she wasn't distressed for Xuemei, but rather for the silver pieces in her purse. She didn't know if Princess Duan could reimburse her later.
If it were to be forgotten, a servant like her wouldn't dare to ask for it.
