The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Song Ci’s nose itched, and she sneezed several times, helplessly pushing away the maids’ concern. "No, I just sneezed. You didn’t have to bring out the big cloak; I’m not cold." She looked at the thick cloak, amused yet exasperated.

For others, there’s a kind of cold where your mom thinks you’re cold. Here, it’s the maids who think you’re cold.

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"Madam, there’s a bit of wind. You shouldn’t get too chilly," Hong Ju advised.

"Even with wind, it shouldn’t be this thick. Are you worried your Madam won’t get a rash? I just feel like someone is talking about me behind my back, making my nose itch," Song Ci rubbed her nose.

Hong You took out a light shawl and draped it over her shoulders, smiling, "It must be Fourth Master and Young Master thinking of you all the way."

"Exactly, look at the time; they should be here soon." Nanny Gong handed tea to Song Ci, glancing at the pendulum clock on the table.