After two maids consecutively broke glass cups, Xizeer frowned and said, "The madam has died. Those of you who do not wish to work here anymore can collect your salary from the butler and leave after the funeral, but until then, everyone must pull themselves together. I do not want to see anything like this happen a third time."
The maids whispered, "Yes..."
The butler, following behind Xizeer, said, "The Princess doesn't have many close friends here, those who come later may just be... some old acquaintances from the past. There might be some conflicts, but young master, please don't get angry. Her Highness has already passed away. I hope her funeral goes smoothly, so she can leave at peace."
Xizeer glanced at the butler, "Those old acquaintances you mentioned, they're all her former paramours, right?"
The butler hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "...Yes..."
Xizeer curled his lips and suddenly asked, "What do you plan to do after the funeral ends?"
