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Daiyu and Tanchun exchanged a glance. A trace of embarrassment and bashfulness appeared on both their faces, because they both knew why Wang Xifeng, that spicy little pepper, had teased them.
It was all because their immortal master kept such an unusual schedule. She habitually slept until the sun was high in the sky—in other words, until the middle of the afternoon. After getting up, if she was in a good mood, she would offer them a little guidance. Often, not even a quarter of an hour later, she would vanish again, slipping off by herself to seek out delicacies in the Food Ward in the Divine Capital, and not returning until late at night or even the small hours of the morning.
In matters like that, outsiders aside, even her two disciples could see her face and receive her guidance for less than half an hour a day on average.
But they could hardly tell outsiders about such things. Saying so would only invite more speculation and criticism, especially from Aunt Xue's family, who had only just arrived. They dared not tell them.
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Just as Daiyu was at a loss for how to reply and Tanchun was feeling awkward too, the two of them were still fumbling for words when, quite unexpectedly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall, followed by a young maid's panicked cries.
"Old Madam!"
"Madam!"
"Second Madam Lian!"
"Something's wrong! S-something terrible has happened!"
Before long, everyone saw a young maid rush in, her hairpins and ornaments askew, panting and flustered. She paid no heed to the roomful of honored guests and nearly fell flat on her face.
"Slow down!"
Fortunately, Yuanyang reacted quickly and caught her, preventing her from making a fool of herself in front of the guests.
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