The palace maid looked up, her heart pounding with fear. She shakily rose and picked up the comb, but she didn't dare look into the bronze mirror.
Ye Qianning thought to herself, 'What a vicious little girl. No wonder White Spirit was so terrified upon hearing she'd woken up.'
Once her hair was combed, Yuan Xinyou rose and walked around the screen into the main hall.
White Spirit was curled up in its cage, trembling violently.
Yuan Xinyou stared at it for a moment. "Bring its food."
The palace maid withdrew and returned moments later carrying a tray. On the tray was raw meat, along with several kinds of fruit.
Yuan Xinyou used a long needle to spear a piece of bloody meat and pushed it into the cage. "Hurry and eat."
White Spirit didn't move. It kept its head tucked against its belly, its little paws covering it.
"Eat," Yuan Xinyou repeated.
