As expected, Song Qinghan went to knock on Song Yexi's door, wanting to find out what was really going on. Following Song Yunzhao's instructions, Song Yexi explained everything to her in detail, making sure to emphasize the fawning, respectful way the nursemaid had behaved upon seeing Chief Steward Zhang.
Seeing Song Qinghan's sour expression as she forced herself to look happy for Song Yunzhao, Song Yexi let out a cold laugh after closing the door. 'Song Qinghan's misery is my delight.'
Song Qinghan returned to her room and tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her face dark and sullen. 'How could Song Yunzaho be so lucky? If only that luck had been mine.'
The more she thought about it, the less she could sleep. But, afraid she would look terrible the next day, she forced her eyes shut and tried to drift off. Her heart burned with anxiety, as if it were being seared in hot oil.
