Xia Yinian spent two days recuperating from her injuries at this place.
After two days, her fever finally subsided, and she felt a bit more energetic.
"Wow, she didn't die, really impressive," a maid said with a giggle.
Another one, with a stern face and not a trace of a smile, said, "You better watch her closely. The young master will return tomorrow; don't let her wander around."
"What's there to be afraid of? She can't even speak right now, and look at that face of hers—who could recognize her?"
"Still, we need to be cautious."
"I just can't stand seeing her lying in bed, not doing any work. We're all maids, why should she be any different?"
After a while, Xia Yinian was pulled up from the bed, and a broom was thrust into her hands.
"You're awake now, stop feigning sleep. Go have dinner, and then clean up the yard after you've eaten!"
And so, Xia Yinian, who had just eaten but still felt weak, was sent to clean the yard.
