Rising from the floor with the bronze basin in hand, Xiuju cast Wang Xifeng a seemingly casual sidelong glance. Seeing her sitting cross-legged on the bed, examining several unfinished pieces of embroidery,
she smiled meaningfully. "If there's nothing else, this servant will take her leave. Second Madam has rarely stayed the night at our place—Madam, you must seize the chance to have a proper heart-to-heart with her."
Wang Xifeng raised a suspicious brow, but since Xiuju was one of her sister-in-law's attendants, she could not very well question her outright.
Only after Xiuju had gone into the outer room did she cautiously probe, "That girl Xiuju has more swagger than her mistress—does she usually act like this?"
Though Jia Yingchun did not catch the hidden inquiry in Wang Xifeng's words, she had no interest in discussing Xiuju at the moment.
She shook her head vaguely. Then, just as she was about to speak, she held herself back, silently shifting her delicate body to sit opposite Wang Xifeng.
She looked at Wang Xifeng, lowered her head, and pondered for a moment.
Summoning her courage, she looked at Wang Xifeng again, only to be defeated by those phoenix eyes. She lowered her head once more and fell into thought.
After this happened several times, Wang Xifeng finally grew impatient. Stretching out her long legs, she pressed her soft, well-shaped foot against Yingchun's sole and snapped, "People said you'd made great progress lately. Why are you even more timid than before?"
After a pause, guessing that Yingchun was merely too embarrassed, she added encouragingly, "There are only the two of us sisters-in-law here. What is there to be ashamed of? If you have something on your mind, just say it!"
Having said that, Wang Xifeng could not help blushing herself. It felt as