She was holding a prop in her hand.
A bronze basin with a towel draped over the edge.
It looked like she was going to the river to fetch some water for her mistress to wash her face.
She was standing at just the right distance from the group of people chatting, close enough to be noticed, but not so close as to be intrusive.
She kept her head down, appearing very obedient and well-behaved.
The young ladies of noble families are taught from a young age to be dignified and sensible.
But such sensibility is reserved for those of similar status, and people like Lianlian are considered no different from stray cats or dogs on the street.
Now that Jiang Yingying holds an esteemed status, there are also those among these women who wish to curry favor with her.
Filled with sarcasm, one said immediately, "Oh my, these days just anyone can be around, has Princely Heir Zhu been blinded by sand, bringing along such people?"
