Is there truly no one who wants to get off their butt, climb a bit higher, and shed the title of "maid"?
Yuegong Hui froze awkwardly in place, not knowing for a long time how to respond.
"If Young Master Li isn't here, why not go find the family head!"
In the end, it was the maids of Tingyu Pavilion who couldn't bear the silence. Qianqian offered a suggestion.
The voice felt as if it came from beyond the heavens, ethereal and melodious, completely unlike the voices of the maids here. It was as if a fairy from the sky, out of pity for Hui's predicament, had softly spoken.
"Today's matter will not be pursued further. Let's treat it as if nothing happened—I, this old man, swear it!" Yuegong Hui exhaled deeply. Understanding the maids' concerns, he pretended not to know who had made the suggestion and, with a muffled voice, replied to the air, "The senior family head is also in Death Seclusion."
"Then wait, I guess."
