Jiang Ni woke up and saw the time, almost rolling off the bed in fright.
She had clearly set an alarm, so why didn't it go off!!!
Hurriedly washing up, Jiang Ni trotted downstairs.
The wooden stairs on the second floor had an openwork design, and over time, there was still a slight noise when stepped on. Yesterday, she had carefully stepped on each stair, for fear of slipping through, but now there was no time to consider these things.
The pond downstairs, extending around the opera stage all the way to where she and Qin Jijing lived on the ground floor, was like a formation. The butler had explained the previous day that it was specifically designed by a Feng Shui master.
She held up her long dress, stepping on the stone slabs, afraid to get the hem wet. As she crossed the threshold of the backyard door, she ran into several servants cleaning the corridor, who had swept up a pile of twigs and leaves that had blown in overnight.
Jiang Ni couldn't help but slow down her steps.
