"Xiao Wu?!" Yan Fei whipped around, a barely restrained flicker of emotion flashing through her eyes.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly as if she had made up her mind. Avoiding Yue Shen's gaze, she spoke quickly:
"I... I understand. I'll go bathe and change first. Tonight... I'll go take care of the young master."
Before the words had even left her mouth, a flicker of red light shimmered around her. She transformed into a streak of brilliant light and darted toward her own courtyard, almost fleeing, vanishing into the depths of the moonlit night.
Watching the streak of light disappear into the distance, Yue Shen remained where she stood and gave a soft "hmph." It was impossible to tell whether the sound held triumph or something else.
She raised a hand to gather the strands of hair stirred by the night breeze, then gazed toward Zhao Linchuan's bedroom and murmured silently to herself:
Yan Fei, oh, Yan Fei. You've got quite a night ahead of you.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting in the main hall...
Waiting for you to properly serve me that cup of "older sister tea."
"Hmph!" She gave another soft snort and flicked her sleeve. But instead of returning to her own room, her feet unconsciously carried her toward Zhao Linchuan's bedroom.
After a few steps, she herself paused in surprise, then frowned in some annoyance.
Honestly... why am I going to help her tidy up her room?
That was what she told herself, but she didn't stop walking. She couldn't help muttering under her breath:
Oh, well. I'll just do it for the sake of our future sisterhood and give her a little guidance. Otherwise, that clumsy woman won't know what to do...
Some time later, Zhao Linchuan—who had