Lost in thought, Shen Qing moved to get out of bed.
Just then, Qing'er came in carrying a basin of warm water. Her eyes curved into a smile when she saw Shen Qing. "My Lady, you're awake? I just finished preparing everything for you to wash up. Allow me to help you."
Shen Qing glanced at her and asked, "What time is it? And where is Prime Minister Yu?"
Qing'er placed the basin on the small table by the bed, beaming. "It's almost 9:00 AM. Prime Minister Yu woke up very early. He and the young master are in the rear kitchen preparing breakfast right now."
Shen Qing froze, stunned. It wasn't just that it was so late; she was utterly astonished. 'Yu Jiuqing and Zihan are in the kitchen preparing breakfast… together?'
She knew that Yu Jiuqing could cook, but Zihan had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He'd had servants waiting on him hand and foot his entire life. Forget cooking. He had probably never done a single household chore.
