Fearing to displease her master, Er Xia cried in a restrained manner, sounding even more pitiful.
The door of the room was open, and the maids outside who were cleaning in the courtyard heard it clearly. The little maidservants were all moved, not to mention Erqing, who had grown up together with them. After serving tea inside, she stood aside, showing a look of compassion, almost pleading.
Xie Wanqing quietly pondered. In the eyes of others, it was indeed without reason that she had distanced herself from Er Xia.
After all, Er Xia had always, as she herself claimed, put her first in everything.
As a maid, she was meticulous in her duties, skillful enough to create many complex hairstyles, coupled with the bond from growing up together. Not to mention, others gave her face; even Xie Wanqing herself never thought that one day, when she married, she would leave behind this maid who was so dear to her heart.
