"Mm."
Lin Qingluo gently nodded, got up from the bed with a smile and explained, "Yesterday, I promised Xuan'er that we would go out of town for a trip, so I woke up a little earlier on purpose."
"I'll have the kitchen prepare breakfast right away."
Hearing this, Qinghe quickly went out, then returned with a maidservant who brought clean water for Lin Qingluo to wash and get dressed.
After washing up, Lin Qingluo sat in front of her dressing table, straightened her back, and watched through the mirror as the maidservant skillfully twisted her hair on top of her head into a bun, fastening it with an elegant hairband.
She couldn't help but recall the image of the Little Prince combing her sister's hair, and a tender, gentle smile formed on her lips.
Once the maidservant finished arranging her hair, Lin Qingluo calmly stood up, stepped out of the room, walked to the flower garden in the courtyard, took out a bamboo flute, and started practicing a set of sword techniques.
