Su Jin sat on the small stool.
The maids and old servants looked at her snow-white arms, not knowing what to say.
They had never seen a noble lady roll up her sleeves and expose her elbows like this.
However, the Eldest Young Madam truly had good skin.
Skin like congealed fat, as delicate as porcelain.
Su Jin rubbed her own hand and looked at the Old Madam, saying, "It might hurt a bit when I start kneading, please bear with it."
The Old Madam nodded lightly.
As soon as Su Jin's hand moved, the Old Madam began to tremble in pain.
The pain made her inhale sharply.
"Be gentler," the Old Madam said.
"Too gentle won't have much effect," Su Jin replied.
The Old Madam frowned slightly.
She knew Su Jin was doing it on purpose.
But she could endure this level of pain.
Su Jin kneaded with the same force.
Then, every so often, the maids and old servants saw the Old Madam's forehead tremble.
The maids' hearts trembled along with her.
Agarwood Pavilion, Bamboo House.
