When she heard this statement, Ye Shaohua was sitting at the edge of the table, pouring herself a cup of tea, sipping it while flipping through the book her father had left her.
Her facial expression was very calm.
The wet nurse said a sentence and realized Ye Shaohua was drinking water, so she immediately came forward, "Lady, this tea is from the morning, it has long been cold. It's autumn now, you shouldn't drink something chilled..."
The wet nurse picked up the teapot intending to swap it for a cup of hot water, but mid-sentence, she suddenly stopped.
How is this tea... still warm?
Although the Wang Residence was luxurious, the distinction between high and low status was particularly clear, especially since the lord hadn't glanced at Ye Shaohua even once in the last three days. How would anyone in the residence take a minor concubine seriously?
