Anning let out a soft laugh, deciding to brush off Wanqing's words after all, they might be nothing but a passing joke.
"More trouble out of sight huh? I'll keep that in mind."
She stood up from her crouching position, reached for Wanqing's robe draped over the side of the bed and helped Wanqing slip it on carefully, mindful of the bandages underneath.
Her fingers brushed lightly against the fabric, avoiding anything that might cause her pain. The room felt strangely peaceful after the chaos of the day, and for a moment, Anning allowed herself to think things had actually settled down.
A few seconds later, a soft knock interrupted the silence. Anning stepped away from Wanqing and moved to answer the door. When she pushed open the door, the maid on the other side gave her a sharp glare... practically shoving the tray into her hands before turning on her heel and storming off without saying a single word.
