"Miss, you're back."
"Aunt Qing."
Xiang Chenyu stepped over the threshold with her luggage. It was a small courtyard house, neat and tidy, steeped in an air of antiquity.
"The room has been cleaned and prepared. Miss, please follow me."
"The bedding has been washed and freshly sun-dried. It still carries the scent of sunlight. Put down your luggage and rest for a while. Come to the main hall for dinner afterward."
"Aunt Qing, thank you for your hard work."
"Oh, Miss, there's no need for such words. This is what I'm here to do."
"During your stay in Qingzhou, I'll take care of your daily needs. Otherwise, you might forget to eat when you're busy, and the Madam would worry."
Xiang Chenyu replied helplessly, "Speak of the devil."
Her mother's call came through.
