In the afternoon, around 15:00.
Xuemei hurriedly walked into the courtyard, passing by Ye Ming, and huffed as she crossed him.
Ye Ming, who was about to deliver a message to the Prince, had a puzzled expression on his face. When did he offend this young lady?
Nevermind, maybe all girls are like this, just like Qingxin, who always had a few days of giving him a bad temper.
But Xuemei's attitude was even worse.
At this moment, Xuemei had already angrily entered the room, closed the door behind her, and only realized that her mistress, Lin Jiaojiao, had fallen asleep on the soft couch when she turned around.
Her anger was instantly swallowed, her sullen face replaced with concern.
"My lady, why did you fall asleep here? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" She gently woke her up.
Lin Jiaojiao was originally reading a book and was awakened by Xuemei, only to realize that her book had fallen to the floor.
