"Miss," Xiao Yun called worriedly.
"I'm fine."
Nan Hua didn't seem to care in the slightest bit about what those people were doing. Since Nan Shu Cheng loved Madam Qu so much, it was only natural that he would want to spend the night with her. However, his way of confiding to his wife was quite unnatural.
With this in factor, Nan Hua would have to change her plan slightly.
"The servants might be watching you more tomorrow, Miss."
"They can watch."
There was nothing that Nan Hua was planning to do either. She had finished most of her training and if she kept her presence low and trained some basic movement in her room, they would never be able to know.
The key was to keep quiet.
Nan Hua waved her hand. "You may go."
"Yes, Miss."
Climbing on the bed, Nan Hua looked at the ceiling. If this was in her original world, she would have been busy checking the bugs all around the place. But in this world, they hadn't developed such technology and so on.
It was much more relaxing.
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In the next morning, Nan Hua woke up early and had her breakfast. One way or another, the kitchen servants managed to finish their work while some other stronger maidservants were busy carrying kitchen equipment to the side room in Nan Hua's courtyard.
They were working quickly to make sure that it was ready before it was time to cook for lunch.
If not, the kitchen staff would be tortured once more.
Nan Hua didn't bother with them and spent her time inside the living room, embroidering. She didn't care about the servants outside her room even though they were all spies who were sent by Madam Qu to look at her.
"Miss, wouldn't brighter color look better?" Xiao Yun suggested.
Nan Hua glanced at the red thread Xiao Yun pointed at and then looked at her own embroidery. It did look a bit gloomy. When it came to artistic sense, Nan Hua always needed others to help her a bit because for some reasons, she was bad at this kind of sense.
Thus, Nan Hua took the read thread and switch the color to that of red. Red flower embroidery was slowly coming into live on Nan Hua's hand.
Xiao Yun looked at the embroidery and sighed. Even though Nan Hua's skill naturally couldn't contend with those skilled embroider, it was clear that her skill was not bad. At least, she could simply say that she had clumsy hand and didn't have much talent for this.
With this result, she could at least pass with decent result.
While Xiao Yun was helping Nan Hua to make the flowers more colorful and natural, Mu Yan came.
"Miss, Madam Qu is here."
Nan Hua's hand stopped. She raised her head. "Tell her to come in."
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