Prince Manor.
Shuanghua Residence.
The room was filled with lively noise.
"Alright, it's not early anymore, you should disperse and rest." Lin Jiaojiao had just finished making a purse and now she began to feel drowsy again, probably from eating too much at dinner.
At her words, everyone ceased their previously relaxed chatter, quickly rose from their embroidered stools, curtsied and chorused, "We take our leave."
In the end, only Xuemei was left to serve in the room.
Qingtao, who was also a first-class personal maid like Xuemei, seemed to know that Xuemei would feel out of sorts. Unless the princess called her, she absolutely would not linger in the room.
Such behavior was quite to Xuemei's liking, even though if Qingtao stayed in the room with her, she wouldn't feel any discomfort.
But it was better if she was alone since she could joke with the princess; if Qingtao were present, she would unconsciously become more restrained.
