"While she was venting her anger on her maidservants and beating people up, she tripped and fell right on her stomach. Now the imperial physician says she has to stay in bed for a whole month."
"That means she can't get out of bed until the day we return to the imperial city," Lánxīn said, laughing loudly.
Cuìyù, who had just entered the room, knocked her lightly on the head. "You really dare to laugh at others just because the mistress indulges this gossiping nature of yours?"
Though her words were scolding, her tone was far from stern.
Lánxīn stuck her tongue out in a playful manner. "I'm just trying to make the mistress laugh—and the mistress likes it," she said proudly.
Ever since Mei Liang returned from the Emperor's Yongxian Hall after having "lunch" with him, she hadn't smiled.
On one hand, she was angry at herself—for begging the Emperor and following him to indulge in pleasure in broad daylight. How could I lose control like that… in the middle of the day, no less?
