"It's so stuffy in here, I'll go for a walk around." Seeing that she was being so apologetic and making pastries, Ji Fengyao didn't want to refuse such a smiling person, so she said, "I've just entered the manor and I'm not familiar with it. Since we've met, do you think there are any scenic spots in the manor that you'd like to accompany me for a stroll?"

"It is my great honor," Bai Rumei said, bowing again.

She stepped back to let Ji Fengyao step forward, while she lagged half a step behind, gently pointing out the way and introducing the place to Ji Fengyao.

Bai Rumei's voice is like a gentle stream, and her temperament is gentle and aloof; at first glance, she seems to live up to her name.

As they traveled together, Ji Fengyao's fondness for her steadily increased. Although they hadn't reached the point of being completely open with each other, she at least didn't mind getting close to her, and she even reverted to some of her true nature when they talked.

Upon arriving at the Thousand Fragrances and Hundred Purples Garden of the Prince's Mansion, Bai Rumei noticed that Ji Fengyao was rubbing the back of her head and had a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. She pointed to a pavilion not far away and said, "Your Highness, the scenery around here is quite nice. Why don't we rest in the pavilion for a while, have some tea and pastries, and then continue our stroll?"

"Alright," Ji Fengyao rubbed the back of her head again, letting out a soft "tsk" sound.

That heartless bastard, he threw her so hard, she must have a bruise on the back of her head!

Bai Rumei finally couldn't help but ask with concern, "Did Your Highness suffer from a stiff neck last night? I saw you rubbing it all the way. Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

"It's nothing, just a bump from falling on the pillow, the prince dropped it," Ji Fengyao said, grimacing as she sat down and rubbing her head. "It's nothing serious, just a bump, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Seeing that Ji Fengyao spoke without any restraint, Xi Que thought that she wanted to be friends with this Madam Bai, so she stopped being reserved and chimed in, "That's right, Madam, don't worry. When we used to go down the mountain to rob, we often got bumped and bruised. As long as we didn't break any bones, even if we stabbed ourselves in the stomach, we could still get out of bed in three days and be as lively as ever."

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Isn't this girl exaggerating a bit? Who in their right mind could be up and running around for three days after puncturing their stomach? Does she have a death wish?

Look at these beautiful young women, their faces have turned pale with fright.

However, she and Xique were master and servant, the closest people in the mansion, so Ji Fengyao couldn't expose Xique's situation. She chuckled dryly, picked up the white hoof cake that Bai Rumei had brought, and said, "Eat cake, everyone eat, don't be shy."

"Since Your Highness does not wish for a doctor, then I will massage you for you. I used to serve His Majesty in the palace, so I still have some skill in kneading and massaging," Bai Rumei said gently as she stood up and walked behind Ji Fengyao.

Because Ji Fengyao had a bump on her head, she hadn't had her hair styled in the morning; she had only gathered two strands of hair from the sides of her head and tied them back with a ribbon. So Bai Rumei easily got the hang of it.

Her fingers were slender and delicate, and the pressure she applied was just right, which was quite comfortable.

However, is it too much of a humility to serve someone on a first meeting?

Ji Fengyao took a bite of the white hoof cake, rubbed it in her mouth with the tip of her tongue and savored it, praising, "Sister Bai is indeed worthy of the Emperor's favor. Not only does she have excellent massage skills, but she also makes such delicious pastries."

"It's all work of serving others. You'll become skilled at it after a while. It's nothing special," Bai Rumei said lightly, with a hint of self-pity in her voice.

"That's still better than having no skills and just waiting to die," Ji Fengyao chuckled.

At this moment, Mi Jiang'er and Shan Yuheye turned around from the other end of Qianfang Baizi Garden and saw Bai Rumei massaging Ji Fengyao's head in the pavilion. The group couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

Holding a round silk fan, Mi Jiang'er stood in the bright, slanting morning sun and laughed, "Oh, Sister Bai, you have such quick legs! You're up early this morning helping the Princess relax. Did you hear that the Prince stayed at Hui Nuan Pavilion last night and are worried about the Princess's tiredness?"