"Just do as I say. Understand? It's better to take precautions now," Mei Liang replied firmly.
"Yes, Mistress. This servant understands," Cuìyù said, bowing her head.
She couldn't trust anyone—not with her life at stake. Even the smallest oversight could lead to disaster. She hadn't clawed her way back from death just to die from a plague brought in by careless servants.
(Author's Note: Yanjing City is the capital, and Nanyuan Summer Palace is located in its southern part.)
Mei Liang couldn't help but pray in her heart that her plan would work and no one in her Biyun Pavilion would catch the plague.
After Mei Liang finished bathing, Cuìyù and Lánxīn stood by uncertainly. They hadn't packed any riding clothes when they came to the Summer Palace—after all, they hadn't known Mei Liang would be going to the imperial riding grounds.
"Mistress, what are you going to wear now?" Lánxīn asked carefully.
