Anning's pov
I let out a not so small scoff, one that she probably heard but did not comment on it.
"I greeted you, Young miss." I said, smiling politely.
Wanqing tilted her head to the side brushing a few strands of her black silky hair to the side. They seemed to have grown longer.
No, Anning. Stop noticing anything about her.
"I am your mistress. Special greetings are meant for me and me alone." Wanqing said, her dark eyes roaming around my face.
"Special greetings are meant for who I want to greet that way. The imperial princess is tolerable." I said, glancing at Xiao Qingyue.
The way I was speaking was wrong. Without a doubt, but with how polite I sounded, no one could find fault in my words.
Qingyue smiled but immediately raised her sleeve to hide the smile.
Meanwhile, Wanqing's gaze seemed to have darkened slightly.
"So you have nothing nice to say to me?" Wanqing asked, making me frown.
Was I imagining things? Why was Wanqing behaving so... different?
