Shu Wan looked toward her maid, "Tell me about His Majesty today."
Hearing Shu Wan say this, the maid was surprisingly delighted, "Oh, Miss, you've finally come around. His Majesty is unparalleled in both literary and martial skills in the world. How can those sour Scholars compare? I really don't know—"
Halfway through, the maid suddenly remembered that her mistress was wholeheartedly devoted to Scholar Lin, to the point of fasting in protest against the draft. By speaking ill of Scholar Lin, Miss would surely be angered.
However, contrary to the maid's expectations, Miss was unusually calm today—even when she called Scholar Lin sour, Miss did not get angry.
The maid carefully looked at Shu Wan, her eyes slightly downturned with a kind of tranquility as if time had settled, as if even the breeze that blew in lingered in her presence.
