Help him dress?
The Elder Princess stood there, her fingers clenched.
When had she, the dignified Elder Princess, ever helped anyone dress?
Yet refusing would hardly be appropriate either.
In the end, the Elder Princess gritted her teeth, picked up the clothes, and began putting them on Jiang Xiaobai.
But her movements... looked awkward no matter how one viewed them.
Either she failed to straighten the lapels or she tied the belt crooked.
After all that fuss, Jiang Xiaobai did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Indeed, his clothes were a crumpled mess, a sight that defied description.
The Elder Princess stood beside him as though nothing had happened, though her eyes beneath the bamboo hat still glared daggers at Jiang Xiaobai.
She kept snorting inwardly. Dress, dress, dress! Dress your oversized head! Let's see if you ever ask me to help you dress again!
Jiang Xiaobai had no idea what the Elder Princess was thinking. After a helpless smile, he straightened his clothes himself, then led the way out.
Over the next few days, Jiang Xiaobai returned to his leisurely life.
Each day, apart from writing his book, he checked on how the liquor business was going.
The rest of his time went toward ordering the Elder Princess around.
From massaging his shoulders to pounding his legs, from pouring tea to grinding ink.
In short, he hardly missed anything he could make this woman do.
The problem was that even after all this, the Elder Princess still showed no intention of leaving.
That left him rather impressed by her perseverance.
Besides that, he did not forget to write out some musical scores. The mysterious expert sometimes visited and sometimes did not.
Jiang Xiaobai did not give that much thought.
One day.
Jiang Xiaobai sat in the courtyard, reading