The white pillowcase even had the word "Master" written across it in an exquisitely ornate script.
Although her understanding of foreign writing was extremely limited, she could already tell who had written it... During the King's Game, hadn't that scheming woman covered her own face in this exact font?!
"That damned woman..."
Clenching her fists, the True Dragon of Shenzhou felt a powerful sense of defeat wash over her as the veins on her forehead throbbed.
But she did not linger for long. She soon left the room. Unexpectedly, just after closing the door and preparing to turn away, she came face-to-face with Maid Miss's smiling visage—three feet away.
"It's so late. Is something the matter, Miss Long?"
When did she come back?
The True Dragon of Shenzhou was startled inwardly, but her expression remained calm... She brushed back her hair and said indifferently, "You'll have to ask your master about that... Oh? He didn't tell you?"
Maid Miss chuckled softly. "If it isn't something important, Master naturally has no need to tell me."
The True Dragon of Shenzhou shrugged. "Perhaps it's something more important than important, so he doesn't plan to tell you either."
Maid Miss covered her mouth and giggled. "If that's what Master thinks, then I simply don't need to know... Since it's so important, I suppose I shouldn't disturb you... Miss Long, why don't you... continue?"
The True Dragon of Shenzhou suddenly pounded her shoulder and said, "Ah, I'm a little tired... Some people are just too enthusiastic, and they wore me out... Ah, it's this late already. I'm sleepy too. Servant, shouldn't you get back to your work as a servant?"
She treated Maid Miss as though she were air, walking away while muttering to herself... and slowly disappeared.
Watching the True Dragon of Shenzhou