By nightfall, Wanwan finally returned to Annie's little courtyard with a worried look on her face. As usual, she began serving Annie like a competent personal maid, bringing her tea and water, massaging her shoulders, and washing her feet (pronounced "jió"). Then the two of them soaked together in the hot spring pool specially provided for the marshal's residence, relaxing comfortably as they chatted about all sorts of things.
"..."
o(ˉ︶ˉ)o
After being thoroughly attended to by Wanwan, Annie felt completely refreshed. Her little face was flushed as she leaned against the edge of the pool, letting the warm, mist-shrouded water reach her shoulders while she half reclined and enjoyed herself at leisure.
As for the outcome of the meeting where Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, that whatever-his-name-was "Tian Que," and the other strange uncles had discussed matters, Annie had not hurried to ask about it.
Because she did not want to know at all!
Still, judging from the appearance of Wanwan across the pool, who had finished massaging Annie's shoulders and washing her feet before crouching there with her knees hugged to her chest, letting the water reach between her lips and nose, her eyes staring blankly and her face full of worry, Annie had little trouble guessing:
Those idiots Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, that whatever "Que" fellow, those strange uncles, and the Crouching Dragons and Young Phoenixes who had gathered for the meeting today had obviously failed to come up with any effective solution.
Thus!
After taking one last look at Miss Wanwan's pitiful appearance and thinking of those useless people, Annie could not help grumbling inwardly a few more times.
Of course, grumbling was one thing, but Annie had no intention of meddling in those affairs. She did not want to be some Zhuge Wolong, much less