"Oh, this is such a bother," Mingyu complained as she worked on her master's dance costume.
A senior maid who worked with her on the costume quickly reprimanded her, "Mingyu, do not complain! This is your job, so do it properly!"
Mingyu looked up at her senior and huffed.
"Sister Qing, you misunderstood me. I am not complaining about the job. I am complaining about the fact that His Majesty himself has to perform for the night!"
After hearing Mingyu's words, Qingyun could not help but sigh as well.
"Well, His Majesty has no choice. The other palace masters can send their children or nephews or nieces to perform. Unfortunately, our master has yet to be blessed with a family."
The two maids exchanged glances and sighed.
"Mingyu, do you think that the treatment is working?" Qingyun asked.
Mingyu shook her head.
