Feng Ya had just arrived at Changmen as a guest, taking care to behave very cautiously. After a light sleep through the night, she took the initiative to serve tea in Feng Yun's courtyard at dawn.
She came early, and Pei Jue and Feng Yun had not yet risen.
Xiaoman yawned as she looked at this former Feng Residence's young maiden, already devoid of the respect and tension that was present back in Tai City.
Does just any Tom, Dick, or Harry dare to covet the King?
Xiaoman felt utterly disgusted.
Just one glance, and she wanted to drag the person out for a beating.
"Fifteenth Miss has arrived..."
Even though Xiaoman's insides were churning with a metaphorical whip, her face was plastered with a polite smile.
This was the lady's instruction, and though not understanding why it must be so, Xiaoman's obedience was precisely why she could serve by Feng Yun's side diligently for years on end.
Whatever the Lady says, she does.
