When Sang Jiang opened her eyes again, she found that it was already dark. She rubbed her eyes and felt uncomfortable because of Dong Xing's tense face.
Kou'er stopped what she was doing when she saw that she was awake: "Miss, what exactly is fifteen minutes?"
Sang Jiang then realized that she had told Kou'er to wake her up in fifteen minutes before going to bed, but she had forgotten that Kou'er didn't know what fifteen minutes meant.
Sang Jiang sighed softly: "It's just a unit of time."
After saying that, she went straight to the washbasin to wash her face.
"oh."
Kou'er nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
What you said, Miss, is so profound. It seems she still has a lot to learn.
Thinking of Kou'er, she put down her embroidery and went to the small kitchen to bring back the porridge she had just cooked, two side dishes, and a plate of steamed buns.
After washing her face, Sang Jiang sat down at the table and had dinner with Kou'er.
Kou'er watched Sang Jiang devour her steamed bun, her eyes slightly reddening.
This kind of food might be considered quite good in an ordinary family, but in the Prime Minister's residence, it was even worse than what the servants ate.
If the madam hadn't passed away so early, how could Miss have suffered such injustice?
Sang Jiang herself neither confirmed nor denied this matter. In her modern days, her family was not very wealthy, so food was simply something to fill her stomach.
After finishing her meal, Sang Jiang went to bed early. She had to attend a palace banquet the next day, and only a good night's sleep would give her the energy to be presentable.
Since there's no escaping it, she might as well enjoy it. Tomorrow will definitely be filled with delicious food and beautiful women. As long as she doesn't say anything, she doesn't believe they'll be able to find her again.
...
Because she went to bed early the night before, Sang Jiang got up early the next day to start getting ready.
She has always liked curved eyebrows, and this time she also drew a crescent-shaped eyebrow, making her phoenix eyes appear even more flamboyant with her slightly adjusted eyeliner.
She wore a very vibrant orange-red lip balm on her thin lips, and a cherry blossom decoration on her forehead.
She was wearing a pale yellow herringbone skirt, which was already a bit short, barely reaching her ankles.
However, Sang Jiang liked it very much, as it prevented her from embarrassing herself by stepping on her skirt.
After she finished tidying up, Kou'er styled her hair into a neat and elegant updo.
Since she didn't have any valuable jewelry, Sang Jiang simply stuck two simple hairpins in her hair.
She possesses a pure yet alluring quality, making her appear both innocent and seductive.
Kou'er looked at the flower ornament on her forehead and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what is that? It's so strange."
Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "Is that strange? Shouldn't it be 'pretty'?"
Kou'er pouted and thought for a moment before saying, "It is quite pretty, but I've never seen it before."
When the First Madam was alive, she was a first-class maid and had seen many noble ladies and young ladies.
However, this was the first time she had ever seen the young lady dressed like this, so she found it very peculiar, yet it exuded an indescribable allure.
While admiring her reflection in the bronze mirror, Sang Jiang asked, "Do you want it?"
Kou'er's eyes lit up slightly when she heard this and looked at Sang Jiang.
Sang Jiang could tell from the girl's expression that she wanted it. She picked up the calligraphy brush on the table, stood up, and gently placed a small red dot on Kou'er's forehead.
Kou'er felt a chill on her forehead, and when she looked up, she saw Sang Jiang looking at her with admiration.
She blinked and kept stretching her neck toward the bronze mirror.
She was still just a child, and Sang Jiang couldn't help but find it amusing. She simply stood up and gave the bronze mirror to Kou'er.
Kou'er admired herself with satisfaction, feeling that even with the young lady's gentle touch, she had become more beautiful.
When Sang Jiang arrived at the front hall, Liu Furong and Sang Rui were already there. Sang Rui was clearly in a good mood, beaming with joy.
She looked exceptionally delicate against the backdrop of her peach-colored herringbone skirt.
She stopped talking immediately when she caught sight of Sang Jiang out of the corner of her eye, as if afraid that Sang Jiang would hear her.
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