Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"Miss, Miss Ke is in her room. Shall I fetch her?" the maid inquired.
"No need. I’ll go myself." Song Mi’er shook her head, about to step inside, but paused and asked, "Tell , is Miss Ke truly beautiful?"
Hearing this, the two maidservants looked at her uncertainly, hesitating. Would their young mistress be displeased if they praised another girl’s beauty in her presence?
"Speak up! Why are you staring at ?" Song Mi’er urged.
"Miss Ke is exceptionally beautiful. Everyone in the mansion says so," the maidservants replied, quickly lowering their heads, fearful of angering their young mistress.
"Oh?" She seed unimpressed. Ever since witnessing her mistress’s peerless beauty, she believed no other woman could compare.
Walking further in, she glanced around before approaching the central door and knocking. "Miss Ke, it’s Song Mi’er. My mother sent to invite you to dine in the front courtyard."
She called out, then stood waiting by the door, intending to see how beautiful she truly was once she opened it.
Inside the room, Ke ng paused slightly upon hearing the sound. She retrieved a gauze scarf to bind over her face, only to find it too thin—the blood seeping from her wounds still faintly visible through the fabric. She tore a piece of lining from her clothing and secured it over the gauze scarf.
"Miss Ke?" Hearing movent inside but no response, Song Mi’er called out again, feeling slightly puzzled.
"Coming."
As Ke ng’s voice echoed from within, the door opened. Dressed in plain white robes, she stood by the doorway, her face concealed by a white cloth. Only her eyes, peeking out from beneath the fabric, were visible.
"Miss Song."
She gave a slight curtsy, her voice slightly hoarse. The wound on her face, left untreated, had beco inflad and swollen. Speaking now pulled at the injury, the pain making the face beneath the white cloth grow even paler.
"Miss Ke, why are you wearing that?" Song Mi’er pointed to the white cloth on her face, asking in surprise.
Bending her knees slightly, she bowed again. "Miss Song, I’m feeling rather unwell and fear I cannot go. Please convey my gratitude to Madam for her kindness. Once I recover, I shall personally co to thank her."
Seeing that despite the veil, her expression truly looked extrely weak, and her voice was slightly hoarse, Song Mi’er said, " Very well! If you’re unwell, Miss Ke, rest well. I’ll have the household physician co examine you later."
"There’s no need to trouble yourself. Resting will suffice. Thank you, Miss Song," she replied.
Seeing this, Song Mi’er said no more, simply wishing her a good rest before departing.
Watching her leave, Ke ng closed the door and returned to lie on the bed. The wound on her face burned fiercely, throbbing in waves of pain. Closing her eyes, she thought: Just endure these two days, and it will be over.
anwhile, Song Mi’er relayed Ke ng’s words to her mother.
Lady Song sighed softly upon hearing this and said, "Very well. Later, have your brother set aside a portion for her. The servants can deliver it."
"Yes, Mother," Song Mi’er replied with a bright smile.
That evening, besides Feng Jiu and the three children dining with the Song family, several clan elders also attended. While the Song family mbers were joyful and carefree, the elders were so troubled they barely touched their food.
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