She frowned, looking at her dirty clothes, feeling a headache.
Time is short.
Even though she didn't care about the impression her foster father, the Governor, had of her and whether he liked her, after all, being the Governor's daughter was just a title. But thinking of Madam Aisha's pale and pitiful face, this new mother who valued her husband so much, she couldn't embarrass her, be ridiculed by the family, or looked down upon.
Moreover, whether Madam Aisha's situation could improve depended entirely on Governor Yun's whims. If she embarrassed herself, she feared her foster father would vent his anger on her, and she would surely be heartbroken.
Jun Yiyi's eyes flashed, and she gritted her teeth.
So, no matter what, she couldn't make a fool of herself.
But now, time was so urgent, what way was there to find a clean and decent outfit?
What to do, where to get clothes?
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