"Miss Zhilan, Miss Zhilan," a maid who was dressed in blue and white uniform, strode inside the small greenhouse which belonged to Situ Zhilan.
"What's the matter with you, Pili?" Situ Zhilan asked the woman who was striding inside the room with an excited look on her face. "Why are you in such a hurry, you even forgot about how to act in front of your mistress."
Upon hearing Situ Zhilan's words, Qiu Pili stiffened. She blinked her eyes and bowed her head with an air of servile calmness. "Forgive me, Second mistress. It is just that I saw the Duke and I—"
"The Duke?" Situ Zhilan rose from the seat on which she was seated, her face turning slightly red as she started to settle the small hair on her forehead down. She also handed the shears with which she was chopping ranges of flowers to be made into bouquets to her aide.
