"Miss Gu has been clamoring all along that she was childhood friends with the Prince. Now that he's ill, shouldn't she help wipe his sweat?"
Xuexue's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Just now, it was all Brother Rui this and Brother Rui that, and in the blink of an eye, she changes her tune.
Gu Lingqiao lowered her head, her eyes darting about: "I... I..."
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned her head and scolded the old maid: "You wretched servant, are you deaf? Didn't you hear the Princess Consort call you to wipe the Prince's sweat? Hurry up!"
The old maid showed a trace of anger on her face, but she quickly bowed her head, her hair obscuring her expression, and said obediently: "Yes, this maid obeys!"
The old maid stepped toward the bed, but Xuexue raised her hand to stop her, saying lightly: "Nanny, it's not necessary. Step back."
"Yes."
The old maid halted, retreated a few steps, and stood waiting at the side.
