The next morning, a rumor of a conflict between the two nations was heard throughout the capital. Some were true, some were false, and they were all mixed up with the intention of decreasing morale and shaking them up with the fear of war. High-ranking officials visited the palace more frequently than ever before, attempting to determine how much of the rumor could be believed.
Bai Yu had to welcome her usual guest early in the morning. The Xu siblings had come here so often that everyone was used to seeing the three of them together almost all of the time.
“Why don’t you let me do it?”
“No.” Bai Yu shook her head, refusing her friend’s well wishes. Xu Luanle only shrugged in response before returning his focus to drawing his eyeliner.
Xu Peipei stopped her hands and temporarily abandoned her embroidered cloth to look at the handkerchief in Bai Yu’s hand. “You’ve become worse at this.”