Biyun suddenly realized that the expression on their young master's face was something she had never seen before.
That didn't fit her usual impression of the young master as foolish and unruly.
Could it be that the young master is also a fake?
This terrifying speculation made her heart race. Oh no, the young master was going to kill her to silence her.
She saw the young master walk step by step towards her.
She lay limp on the ground, powerless to resist, as if she had no strength at all.
She kept pushing herself back.
"Young Master, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me..."
Biyun saw the young master take a red comb out of his pajamas pocket, stick it in her hair, and start combing it.
"Biyun, what are you thinking about? Your young master is teaching you properly."
Don't look at things you shouldn't see; curiosity can kill you.
"But as long as you behave and listen to me from now on, you'll definitely get your share of rewards."
Biyun felt a tingling sensation that traveled from every strand of her hair to her scalp and then to her heart.
Suddenly, a thin, impenetrable white mist clouded her eyes.
When the white fog cleared and the Qingming Festival arrived, Biyun's face changed to a fawning smile.
"Young Master, your teachings are correct. From now on, Biyun will obey your orders."
Then Biyun regained her strength and stood up with a whoosh.
"Young Master, is there anything else you need? If not, I'll get back to work now."
Biyun returned to her room as usual.
In the corridor of the servants' quarters, she ran into her aunt, who asked, "Have all the ingredients for tomorrow been taken to Miss Lan?"
After answering, Biyun, as always, would complain to her aunt whenever she saw her.
"Miss Lan is still so pretentious; she's really annoying."
Her aunt immediately put on a stern face and gave her another scolding.
"No matter how much Miss Lan is a distinguished guest of the manor, if you want to work here for a long time, you must watch your mouth!"
Then her aunt advised Biyun, "Take good care of Miss Lan; it's your duty."
The aunt and niece's conversation, though seemingly private, was actually overheard by many servants in their own rooms every day.
We're all used to hearing it, but we're all smart people and know how to keep our mouths shut.
The next day, Biyun seemed to have truly learned her lesson, and she came to the small building early in the morning to serve him.
She carried the Taoist robe she had washed for Miss Lan yesterday, knocked on the door, and entered the room.
"Miss Lan, you're awake. The sun is shining so brightly today. Let me help you comb your hair on the terrace so you can soak up some sun."
Blue Star 3 already knows that Bi Yun discovered its mistake last night.
Fortunately, the young novice monk delivered the finishing blow in time, and now Biyun has become one of their own.
The suggestion to comb your hair on the terrace is also quite nice.
It just so happens that Ye Shi'an would always find an opportunity to talk to her outside the small building before going to the company every morning. When he checked the time, he knew that the man was about to arrive.
Sure enough, when Ye Shi'an walked into the small building, he saw this scene.
Miss Lan sat gracefully by the balcony railing, her long, silky hair flowing freely.
The maid, Biyun, was carefully and gently combing her hair behind her.
The morning sun shone on her, giving her hair a golden glow, and her fair and beautiful face made her appear even more holy and otherworldly.
Ye Shian looked up, and before he knew it, he was mesmerized.
At this moment, Miss Lan took out a simple, antique-style mirror and looked at herself from left to right.
As a result, Biyun behind her suddenly became flustered and accidentally knocked the mirror out of Miss Lan's hand.
"Splash!"
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