Little Jiu was always a very well-behaved child.
Every day, she not only had to learn literature and practice calligraphy,
but she also had to practice women's handicrafts, pile stance, and sword technique, and even learn to stew various kinds of soups and broths.
Her tender shoulders at the age of eight bore burdens they should not have at such an age.
She didn't have any other hobbies; she just liked to eat some sweets, pastries, and listen to those interesting stories.
She rarely made things difficult for others.
But today, she was being stubborn.
It was already the You Hour, and she was still guarding by the eastern side of the herbal garden, staring at the courtyard where not a single light shone through, lost in a daze.
"Ninth Miss, please rest early. We have to get up early tomorrow."
"Sister Xue, just wait a little longer. I'll go to sleep after waiting a little bit. Brother Ping'an hasn't eaten for as long as a whole day. He must be starving."
