The next day, Xiao Yu came downstairs, walking briskly into the dining room. She was in such a good mood that she greeted every servant, but noticed their expressions were a bit strange. She pulled out a chair and sat down, asking Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, is there something dirty on my face?"
"There's nothing on Miss Su's face, you're very pretty. What's wrong?" Aunt Liu looked up towards the living room. The servants caught her sharp gaze and immediately scattered, going back to their tasks.
Xiao Yu gave a somewhat shy smile, "Aunt Liu, if you praise me like that, I'll get conceited."
"Miss Su is naturally beautiful. I'll prepare breakfast for you, so please wait a moment." Aunt Liu turned and went into the kitchen.
Xiao Yu propped her chin on one hand and turned to look out the window. A row of plane trees stood outside, and after a night of autumn breeze, the ground was covered with fallen leaves. A servant was sweeping them up with a broom.
