The young woman shot up in bed.
She bit her lip, hastily threw on her clothes, and rushed out to find Xiao Mo.
But just as she stepped out of her room, she saw her mother still sitting in the courtyard, leisurely sipping Spirit Rice Porridge with an air of calm composure.
Hearing the commotion, Tushan Xinhua raised her elegant head and looked at her daughter. Her voice was calm and unhurried. "A young lady, already of marriageable age, yet still so reckless. Your clothes aren't even on straight, and your hair is a mess. You intend to go out like this? Where is your sense of propriety?"
Tushan Jing Ci looked down and only then noticed that her dress was askew, revealing a sliver of her fair shoulder. Her hair was indeed a complete mess, giving her a disheveled appearance.
"Mother, what on earth were you doing here last night?"
She quickly pulled her dress back over her shoulder, straightened her clothes, and channeled her Spiritual Power to smooth her tangled hair.
