As a servant woman, what's the most frightening thing? Naturally, it's having a difficult master. Nanny says that her own Madam is getting harder to handle.
In this cold weather, she insists on running out to watch the spectacle. If it were for a handsome man, that might be excused since her fondness for handsome men is a well-established fact.
Yet, she insists on watching the procession of Princess Consort Ji into the capital.
"Nanny, don't frown, it's not cold sitting here at all." Song Ci glanced at her personal housekeeper, feeling a bit guilty.
No sooner had she spoken, a northern wind blew by, slapping her face like a gusty slap, making her shiver. Her nose itched, and she sneezed.
Song Ci: "..."
The face-smacking came as swiftly as the north wind.
Nanny looked at Hong You and the others, who started bustling about, either bringing over a cloak or fetching hot tea and a warming jar.
