After Ning Wei left with Chunyan, she went to Bai Ruxue's bedchamber to help tidy up.
"Before, I was the only one who could look after our mistress's room."
"After all, I've been with her for over ten years, and I don't trust the other palace maids. I always feel like someone in Ningxue Hall must have been bribed by Hanjiu Hall. If our mistress gets pregnant and someone secretly puts musk in her room, that'll be a disaster."
"But from now on, you can help me look after Ningxue Hall, too. You were sent here by the Yan Household, and Miss said you're a good person, so I believe her."
"From now on, we're on the same side, unlike the other maids. Understand?"
As she cleaned the room, Chunyan spoke to Ning Wei.
Ning Wei hurriedly nodded. "I understand, Sister Chunyan. But, Sister Chunyan..."
Looking around the room, Ning Wei asked curiously, "Consort Xue's bedchamber is so clean. It doesn't seem like there's much to tidy up."
The room was spotless and orderly. Ning Wei felt there was hardly any need to clean it; even a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
It wasn't the scent of rouge.
It was the natural fragrance wafting from Consort Xue herself.
"You mean this? Actually, sometimes I feel our mistress doesn't act like a mistress at all."
Chunyan, who was replacing the tea leaves, pouted and muttered softly.
"Ever since Miss was little, she's done a lot of things herself, and she does them so neatly and efficiently. It's as if she's done every kind of household chore countless times."
"Even changing the tea leaves and giving the table a quick wipe are things Miss deliberately leaves for us to do. She's afraid we'll have nothing to do and people will gossip