The Wetnurse Nanny trembled as she knelt, terrified. Actually, the Noble Consort usually isn't picky about these things. So why now? Why couldn't even this little mistake be overlooked?
Noble Concubine Shih just sneered.
"The Princess is already frail. What if she can't sleep and starts crying from all this noise, and falls ill again?"
The Wetnurse Nanny hurried to offer comfort. "Noble Consort, you needn't worry. The Little Princess is naturally well-behaved; she never fusses..."
That sentence shattered Noble Concubine Shih's heart once more.
Never fusses? A child of three or four months that never fusses—isn't that strange?
The Little Princess hadn't even had her hundred-day celebration due to her weak constitution, nor had she been named. They didn't dare to hold it, fearing it might be too auspicious for her to bear. Now, they could only concentrate on nurturing her carefully.
