Ming Mei lifted her arm, "Let her wait downstairs. Zhao, help me freshen up."
Zhao stepped forward, helping Ming Mei get out of bed.
After freshening up and changing into a beautiful loungewear, Ming Mei looked at her reflection in the mirror and found her complexion decent. She said to Zhao, "Serve breakfast now."
Zhao served the breakfast without haste, "Young Madam, breakfast is ready."
Ming Mei sat down, "Go, invite Beitang Chuxin up. She is a princess after all, it isn't polite to keep her waiting for too long."
Zhao held back her smirk and nodded, "Yes."
As Zhao walked downstairs, she found Beitang Chuxin in patient clothes, standing at the top of the staircase. She looked frighteningly thin, unable to fill out her baggy clothes which flapped like a sail in the wind every time a gust rolled in. She wavered there, seemingly about to be blown over, yet there was no impatience on her face.
