"..."
The servant girl quietly clenched her fists, blaming herself for being bewitched by the good looks of that young man.
He came asking for an audience under the pretext of knowing an old acquaintance—a ploy many cultivators used.
But to use a completely unrecognizable name of a fairy, this was indeed a first.
"I'll go reject him right now."
"Mhm."
The Fairy of Baohua nodded lightly and then pushed the door open, entering before gently closing it behind her.
In the room, only the servant girl remained, seemingly having anticipated her return. The pot of flower tea in her hands was at its most fragrant moment.
"Bi Cui, I'm so annoyed."
As soon as she entered, the Fairy of Baohua immediately put on a different face, slumped, and buried her head.
With a "plop," she threw herself into the warm softness of the bedding, sprawling out in the shape of a big "Da" character.
