She would never skimp on food, clothing, or daily life for Lin Yu, but as a maid, whatever duties were assigned to her, she had to complete them.
Lin Yu squatted back by the well and quietly resumed washing the clothes.
Even the garments worn by the servants in the prince's mansion were expensive. She couldn't scrub them like her own clothes; she could only wash them slowly and carefully.
It was just a few pieces of clothing, yet she worked until dusk, long after the sky had darkened, before finishing her task.
Returning to her little courtyard, Lin Yu felt her grievances continuing to pile up in her heart!
In her room, there were two dishes and a soup—refined, delicious food. Yet as she ate, there was no joy in the flavors.
She stared at the plate of roasted goose in front of her. Zhao Mama had said that the chefs in the prince's mansion were the finest in Jiang Du City, and the aroma was indeed enticing.
But when Lin Yu tasted it, all she could feel was bitterness.
