The next morning, just as Hua Manman finished washing up and was about to have breakfast, she was informed that Miss Lan requested an audience.
Si Yun pursed her lips, clearly displeased with this Miss Lan who had appeared out of nowhere.
But she was only a maid. She only dared to grumble internally and didn't dare show too much of it on her face.
At this point, Prince Zhao had already gone out to practice his swordsmanship and was not in the room.
Hua Manman settled onto the couch. "Let her in."
A moment later, Miss Lan walked in gracefully.
Today, she wore a light-cyan, cinched-waist dress, with a moon-white shawl draped over her arms. Her dark hair was styled into a simple, elegant chignon, with a jade hairpin slanted at her temple. Her earrings and necklace were a matching set; one could tell at a glance that her outfit had been meticulously coordinated.
