The little maid bit her lip again, staying silent, which was as good as an admission.
I couldn’t help but shake my head: “Don’t worry!”
Everything we’ve done is for the Crown Prince. He’ll be happy when he sees this. How could he possibly blame you?”
The little maid tilted her head and continued to ask: “But why are we doing this for him when it’s not a festival or his birthday?”
“Silly!”
As soon as Shui’er finished speaking, Zui’er unexpectedly tapped her forehead and winked knowingly: “Do you need to ask? The Madam must be doing this to win the Crown Prince’s favor!”
“Stop talking nonsense!” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and retort: “I’m not trying to win his favor! I’m doing this for my own freedom, okay…”
Zui’er was stunned, then immediately widened her eyes and asked blankly, “What is that for?”
Knowing that if I didn’t explain clearly now, these three girls might imagine all sorts of things, I helplessly shrugged and explained, “It’s for your master’s date with Miss Qinghan!”
The three girls simultaneously exclaimed in disbelief, “Madam, have you gone mad?”
The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and I glared fiercely at the three of them: “How are you talking? I think you three are the ones who’ve gone crazy, actually daring to speak to me like this. Do you want to die?”
The three girls instinctively stepped back, pursing their lips innocently. Finally, Shui’er, straightforward as always, asked, “But Madam, why are you doing this?
Don’t you mind at all that the master is with another woman?”
I responded nonchalantly, “Why would I care? That guy can marry whoever he wants – it’s his own business. What I care about is whether he will fulfill his promise and whether I can go back…”
Shui’er widened her eyes in disbelief, “But he’s your husband! Now another woman is trying to compete for him, and you’re even helping them get together. Isn’t this strange?”
I raised my lips triumphantly and answered confidently, “This just shows how broad-minded I am!”
Shui’er bluntly concluded, “I think you’re just stupid or crazy!”
I couldn’t help but pretend to hit her, “You little brat, are you looking to die?”
