Upon hearing the maid mention the master, Du Clan's hand paused with the needle. He used to often ask Bi Zhu to cook sweet water for him. Ever since Zi Hong entered the household, he had stopped thinking about her. Was he now truly caring for her, or did he suddenly remember her?
Noticing that the tiger head embroidery was nearly completed and the child in her womb was still three months away from birth, she indeed did not need to hurry.
The Du Clan put the item in hand into the basket on the table, "You and your sweet mouth, since you worked hard to make me sweet water, I shall drink it."
"Madam, your words are wrong; it is the master who truly cares for you."
Bi Zhu smiled brightly, immediately flattering the Du Clan.
Du Clan chuckled, the maid's pleasing words made her feel quite delighted. She took the sweet water in Bi Zhu's hand and drank it one sip at a time, before wiping her lips with the silk kerchief at her waist.
