During the lunch break, Mr. Mu came to visit Wan Qiu.
"Do you feel any better, Miss?"
Mr. Mu stood at the door, glanced at the palm print on Wan Qiu's cheek, and handed her a small porcelain bottle with pastel colors, "I got this ointment from the Imperial Pharmacy. It's quite effective. Apply some after cleansing your face, and it should disappear in a day or two."
"Thank you for remembering me, Mr. Mu." Wan Qiu accepted the porcelain bottle and expressed her gratitude.
In fact, when she first returned, Nian Chun and the others had already gathered all the ointments from their rooms for her. She no longer felt any pain and estimated it would heal within a day.
"Are you not planning to let His Highness know?" Mr. Mu asked softly.
His Highness despises chaos and intrigue among the servants. If he found out that Gu Yu acted like a master as soon as she arrived and bossed around Wan Qiu and the others, he would surely not spare Gu Yu lightly.
