She propped her arms to sit up, hugged the quilt and looked to the sky in a trance.
At the same time, the younger maid called out to her: “Miss, would you like to wash?” Her voice was noticeably milder compared to yesterday; the eyes she used to look at Chen Rong were also faintly sympathetic.
Chen Rong shook her head without looking at her.
Watching a blank Chen Rong, the young maid suddenly spoke. “Miss, even though His Highness often abandons the old for the new, and has the tendency of giving the old to his subordinates, you ultimately will still be wrapped in silk.” At this juncture, she suddenly stopped to recall that Ah Rong wasn’t poor; on the contrary, she came from a large clan and had always enjoyed this kind of sheltering.
Ah Rong raised her head.
Without morning grooming, her face remained surprisingly fresh and fair. She looked at the maid and managed to whisper a thank you.