"Ah..."
"Hey..."
"Ah ah ah..."
Sighing and groaning repeatedly. Li Xianghan hugged a long pillow, clamped a thin blanket with her legs, tossing and turning restlessly on the large ebony bed, kicking and rubbing randomly until the back of her head hit the corner of the table, swaying, a crisp sound, shattering the night tea cup.
She stayed awake all night.
Daybreak.
A maid brought breakfast, along with a stack of picture books, gently placed on the table, and cleaned up the broken porcelain: "Holy Daughter, the table holds today's assassination order from the village, Any Grandmaster who sees them should kill without question.
Below Grandmaster, if encountered, remember their trace; regardless of any ongoing task, report upwards first. Would you like to get up and take a look?"
Li Xianghan listened impatiently, sat up with messy hair.
As the maid combed her hair, she grabbed the picture on the table to flip through, only feeling baffled.
