Liu Manrou seemed oblivious to her indifference, often came uninvited to Shaoguang Courtyard, casually fiddling with her collar and rolling up her sleeves, exposing some conspicuous marks.
Xie Wanqing certainly noticed, familiar with the marks of the bedchamber, with just one glance, she could even imagine how someone planted these marks on the delicate and alluring beauty.
That night, Lu Ziyuan stepped into Shaoguang Courtyard again.
Xie Wanqing was sitting at the dressing table, letting Erqing twist her hair. Upon seeing him enter, both the master and servant were startled.
Erqing had grown cold towards the man who took her sister as a concubine and no longer naively believed he had feelings for their girl.
Lu Ziyuan, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere in the room, walked slowly to her back, took over the maiden's task, and held a cotton cloth to twist her hair.
Xie Wanqing stood up to avoid his hand, "It's already dry, there's no need."
