Looking at the spirited little maid, Song Qingshu found her rather amusing. "You can sleep in my room next door."
The little maid curled her lips. "I'm not sleeping in some stinky man's bed. Besides, I'm a pure and innocent young girl. If word gets out that I ran into a man's room to sleep in the middle of the night, how will I ever face anyone again?"
Song Qingshu: "..."
The little maid snorted again. "And one look at you tells me you've made plenty of enemies. What if someone comes looking for revenge in the middle of the night, and I just happen to be unlucky enough to be sleeping there? Wouldn't I become your substitute corpse?"
"What a sharp-tongued little girl," Song Qingshu said helplessly. "You won't go outside, and you won't go next door. Don't tell me you plan to stay in this room? When your County Princess and I get intimate... don't you know the saying, 'See no evil, hear no evil'?"
A faint blush flashed across the little maid's face. "I am, after all, the County Princess's personal maid. I'll have to get used to such things sooner or later."
Song Qingshu paused, only then remembering the customs of this world. A bedchamber maid like her indeed did not need to avoid such matters. In those grand households, wives and concubines fought for favor, and sometimes, when the mistress was indisposed, she would have her personal maid serve her husband in order to keep his heart and body...
The thought stirred Song Qingshu's heart. He carefully looked over the maid before him. Though she lacked the beauty to topple kingdoms, her brows were delicate, her eyes bright, her lips red, and her teeth white. Most of all, the collagen in her face radiated the