Prajna, who was squatting by the spring washing linens, suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
Jeanne's voice followed: "Tch, why did you suddenly think of washing linens? Let those maids do it; they are idle all day long."
Prajna's movement paused slightly, then she continued scrubbing.
Jeanne pretended to be nonchalant as she approached, and seeing no mysterious bloodstains on the linens, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, if I were an adult, I definitely wouldn't let your tender fingers scrub linens."
Prajna lifted her head, her eyes cold: "If you are truly feeling restless, I would advise the Count to let you return to training new recruits."
The words Jeanne originally intended to say were swallowed back.
"How could I be idle? I have to inspect those newly promoted Armored Archers."
She casually made an excuse and quickly fled the scene.
Prajna's lips slightly curled: "What a cunning woman."
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