Su Yan didn't even lift her eyelids as she walked into the room along the path she had come from.
Qiu Shi's face trembled with anger as she was ignored like this.
She looked at the pieces of paper hanging in the sky, a fierce look flashing in her eyes.
Thirty minutes later, the door of the bedroom was suddenly kicked open.
Because the Third Prince and Nantang were not there, Qiu Shi, being a First-class Palace Maid, suddenly felt very bold.
With one hand holding up her skirt and the other clutching something unknown.
She walked in with a smug look on her face, strutting confidently.
Su Yan remained seated, her head bowed motionlessly.
Qiu Shi approached, and smack!
Picked up the stack of torn papers in her hand and slapped them on the table.
"Su Yan, you've got some nerve!"
The tone was sharp and intimidating.
Upon hearing the sound, Su Yan slowly lifted her head to look at Qiu Shi.
Her expression was momentarily lost as she looked out towards the gloomy weather.
