Today as well, Infa(, Ying Hua), ;a maid serving the Favoured Consort, Gyokuyou, will work with whole-hearted devotion. The other day, she committed the disgrace of sleeping in the middle of work, but Consort Gyokuyou, ;her master, did not even reprimand her. If thats the case, she has no other option than to personally serve she will thoroughly clean every single window fra down to the handrails.
Originally, this sort of act is unworthy for a maid, but even so, Infa will conduct herself as a maidservant. After all, Consort Gyokuyou had said that she loves hard workers.
She entered the kitchen to organise the tea utensils. The new maid was making sothing. Her na is Maomao. But since she rarely spoke, Infa wasnt sure what kind of person she was. Only that, hearing that the girl had scars on her arm from abuse, sold and was now employed as the poison expert was unbelievably unbearable.
Infa had increased the girls als to fatten up her skinny body and didnt allow her to sweep, seeing how pitiful it was to see her exposed scars. The other two maids also thought the sa way. As a result, Maomao didnt have many jobs to do. ;This is fine, Infa thought.
The head maid Honnyan said that this wasnt enough, and assigned Maomao to do the washing. As washing only required her to carry the basket, the scars on her arms wont stand out. It seems she was also entrusted to do other small tasks.
What are you making? Infa asked.
There were herb-like things boiling in the pot.
Cold dicine, the new maid replied.
She stated the absolute minimum of what she needed to say. ;Surely, she is probably not good at socialising due to the after-effects of abuse, Infa thought to the point of tears.
As the new maids knowledge of dicine was deep, she made it this way sotis. Infa had nothing to say about that as the girl cleans after herself perfectly, and Infa had recently received dicine for dry skin that was useful. Occasionally, it seems that Honnyan requests her to makes dicines as well.
Infa took out the silver teacups and ticulously polished them with a dry cloth.
Maomao didnt speak much, but shes a good listener; soone worth talking to. Infa told her about the strange rumour that had been going around recently.
The rumours of a white woman who danced in mid-air.
Maomao headed for the dical office, bringing along the laundry basket and the cold dicine she finished making with her. Just in case, she wanted to get the doctors judgent, even rely for forms sake.
(An incident from a month ago?)
Maomao tilted her head at the conventional bizarre tale. This was yet another rumour she has never heard of before coming here. Shaoran had told her everything she had known as far as rumours went, so Maomao knew that this was a recent one.
The inner palace was surrounded by a wall. There was a deep moat on the other side of the wall and the only way to traverse the place was through the four directional gates. It was impossible to escape or raid the palace. It was said that the consort who had attempted to break out of the inner palace was still sleeping under the deep moat even now.
(Near the castle gate huh.)
There should be no buildings close by, only a pine forest.
(It was from the end of sumr yeah.)
It was the harvest ti for seasonal items.
As bad thoughts ca to her head, she heard a detestable voice as if she was being targeted.
Good work.
Maomao maintained an expressionless face at the gorgeous peony-like smile. No, not really, she replied.
The dical office was close to the central gate in the south. The parlours of the three departnts that govern the inner palace were also set up here. Jinshi usually appears there. As he is a eunuch, he should be in the Departnt of Inner Servants. But this man was not attached to any room. Rather, he looked over everything like an overseer.
(His position is higher than Palace Official Chief huh.)
It was possible he was the guardian of the current emperor, but it was hard to imagine that for a young man who looks around twenty. Theres no reason for him to specially beco a eunuch if he was the emperors son either. It was also thinkable he was the guardian of Consort Gyokuyou, seeing as they are close. Rather.
(The emperors mistress?)
Whenever the Emperor visited, he looked straight as far as what Maomao saw with him being friendly with Consort Gyokuyou, but you cant judge a person by their appearance. It was troubleso to think of such things, so lets settle it with him being the emperors lover for the ti being.
You look like youre thinking of sothing extrely rude.
Are you sure youre not imagining it? She bowed once and turned around.
When she entered the dical office, she saw the loach moustache quack doctor rigidly grinding the mortar. Maomao knew that in this case the doctor wasnt making dicine but wasting ti. Otherwise, it would be pointless for him to give away half the dicine he made every ti.
At the start, it seed that he thought that Maomao was a little girl who didnt know what she was doing, but his attitude gradually eased after he saw the dicines she made. Nowadays, he takes out tea snacks and it reached the point where he gives portions of essential ingredients to her, but that wasnt a very good thing for a dical office to do. He really doesnt have confidentiality or whatever it is.
Can you look at this dicine for ? she asked.
Oh, if it isnt the lass? Wait a sec. the quack doctor said.
He prepared tea snacks and blended tea. There were rice crackers instead of sweet buns. Maomao, the drinker( usually ans one who enjoys drinking, but can also an one who likes savoury foods, or spicy foods), was happy. Recently, it felt like she had been forced to eat various things.
Although he is a quack, he is a good person. Though his personality is good, he is the type who is bad at his job.
I want a share of that too.
It was a sweet, willowy voice. Even without looking back, for so reason, it felt like the air around her completely brightened up.
The quack doctor, with a look of surprise and elation, replaced the long-awaited rice crackers and blended tea, and bought out white tea and mooncakes.
(Not the rice crackers)
The one with the brilliant smile sat beside her. She refused to sit with him because of their difference in social status, but he forcibly pinned down her shoulders. Maomao winced. That overbearing action that was completely unlike his gentle appearance.
Doctor, Im sorry but can you get this for ? Jinshi handed over a scrap of paper. Even from afar, Maomao could see that there was a considerable number of ingredients written on it. Itll take a while to collect.
The quack doctor squinted and went into the back room in disappointnt.
(He planned to do that from the start.)
What do you really want to talk about? Maomao, who was good at guessing, asked that as she rocked the teacup.
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Do you know about the ghost panic? Jinshi asked.
As far as rumours go.
Then, do you know about sleepwalking?
Jinshi did not overlook the glint that settled on the edge of Maomaos eyes.
There was evilness mixed in the celestial maidens laughter.
His large palm stroked Maomaos cheeks.
How would you go about curing that? he inquired, voice like sweet, sweet cider.
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