What the Attendants Think (I)

After a relaxing bath, Jiang Pengji recovered from her exhaustion.

She wore her plain house clothes and was sitting in front of a bronze mirror as Xunmei and Taxue combed her hair. She noticed that Xunmei was occupied by her own thoughts. Jiang Pengj asked gently, "Xunmei, what is the matter?"

Xunmei was looking at her loose collar where the strips used to flatten her breasts were. Jiang Pengji's inquiry brought blushes to her cheeks, and she bit her lips as she hesitated.

At last, she replied in a voice that was as weak as the buzzing of mosquitoes. "Second Langjun, Xu Ke is still kneeling in the corridor. Would you please…"

Before she could complete her sentence, Taxue glared at her, and Xunmei immediately stopped. Yet Xunmei's worry and fear were still evident in her face.

"Why is he still there?" Jiang Pengji frowned. That meant Xu Ke had knelt outside for more than four hours.