"This servant pays respect to Your Highness."
Upon laying eyes on Lin Jiaojiao, Xiao Yun knelt down, kowtowed, and trembled all over.
It seemed that she was terrified.
However, Lin Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the heated chair and yawning, found it strange that the girl was so frightened of her.
Did she think Lin Jiaojiao was going to scold her?
After all, Xiao Yun was Zhao Shuang Er's servant, and there was a conflict between the Yilan Court and Shuanghua Residence.
"Get up," she said.
"Yes..." a trembling, weak voice responded.
Xiao Yun stood up from the ground, burying her head so low that it was almost against her chest, making it difficult for others to see her face.
"Raise your head."
At Lin Jiaojiao's command, Xiao Yun slowly lifted her head, but her eyes still darted about, afraid to make eye contact.
This young face, at a glance, seemed quite fair and clean, but there were some red blotches on it, like scabs formed from windburn.
