The next day, Yunluo woke up late.
With the exhausting journey, day and night marching, once she returned to Shaohui Garden, she felt suddenly at ease. After a tumultuous night, she couldn't even remember when she fell asleep.
When she opened her eyes, it was already bright outside.
Yunluo pulled back the curtains and changed to Jin Rui: "What time is it? Is the Princely Heir practicing?"
Jin Rui lowered her eyes and said, "It's just past 7 a.m., the Princely Heir has gone out and instructed the maids not to disturb Madam's rest."
Yunluo couldn't help but feel guilty; she knew she was late, but she didn't expect it to be so late.
She got up, dressed, combed her hair, and headed to the eastern antechamber, where Lian Qiao was setting the table.
"Madam," Lian Qiao greeted with a smile, "I just went to the kitchen and saw they made a sweet lily and black rice porridge. Knowing you like it, I brought it here."
Yunluo chuckled, "You're always so clever."
