They really wanted to say, "Little Lord Song, don't rush. His Majesty is waiting specifically for your method of making white sugar!"
"Take your time!"
But no one dared say it!
After court ended, Song Yaoyao urged the coachman to drive faster.
When she returned to the manor, she had Guagua print everything out before she even changed out of her official robes.
Only after watching Assistant Minister Song pick up the printed materials did Song Yaoyao finally relax. She left and headed to the dining hall.
Just like that, another ten days passed, and today was the day every worker looked forward to most: a day off.
Knowing she did not have to attend morning court today, she had stayed up a little longer reading storybooks last night, planning to sleep in this morning.
Unexpectedly, she woke up on her own at the usual time for court.
Habit really was a terrifying thing!
Once Song Yaoyao remembered it was her day off, she wrapped herself in her quilt again, but no matter what she tried, she could not fall asleep.
Song Yaoyao was speechless. She berated herself for not even knowing how to enjoy a blessing when she had one. She really was destined to be a worker!
After breakfast, Song Yaoyao saw Song Qingyu about to head out and asked:
"Eldest Brother, where are you going?"
"I'm going to a poetry gathering."
Song Yaoyao had never experienced an ancient poetry gathering before. Her eyes lit up, and she asked:
"Eldest Brother, can you take me along?"
Song Qingyu refused with absolute finality:
"No."
This little sister of his was far too good at stirring up trouble. Song Qingyu was truly afraid of her.
Who knew what trouble she might cause if he took her out today?
Song Yaoyao