Xu Ang knocked on the door. After a long time, a lazy and faint voice came from inside: "Huh?"
"Young Marshal, he is a person sent by the eldest wife. He said that tonight he will host the Yi family's once-a-month family dinner..."
"Wake up, let's talk." The person inside interrupted Xu Ang, his voice sounded soft and like a woman's.
When Xu Ang heard such words, he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He could only turn around and glance helplessly at the person sent by the eldest lady.
Time passed by bit by bit.
It wasn't until the middle of the sun at noon that I heard a voice coming from inside: "Xu Ang, take a bath."
His words were very short, as if he was extremely lazy and would save a few words if he could.
"Young Marshal, the eldest lady's people are still waiting." Xu Ang glanced at Ziyuan, the personal maid beside the eldest lady who had been coming to deliver the news since early morning, and reminded the young marshal.
"bath."
It was still two words, but Xu Ang understood the young marshal's meaning very clearly, and he no longer dared to resist any more, and quickly ordered people to bring the warmed bath water into the house.
Immediately, soap and bath creamer were brought in.
Everyone in the Yi family knows that the young marshal is very particular and pays more attention to his skin than women.
Then, there was a crashing sound.
About an hour later, I heard a voice coming from inside: "Get your nails done."
Only Xu Ang understands the meaning of these two words. I have washed my nails and now I am manicuring them.
Xu Ang has never seen anyone who is lazier than the young marshal and who cherishes his words like gold.
He wanted to think about it, but he could only cast a helpless look at the eldest wife's maid, Ziyuan, and then waited for a long time.
About an hour later, everything seemed to be in order for the young marshal, and Xu Ang took Ziyuan into the house.
As soon as she entered, Ziyuan didn't dare to leave the room. The room was filled with a faint aroma, as if it was coming from the young marshal in front of him who was holding a tea cup and drinking eye-catching tea.
This kind of fragrance is particularly elegant and not annoying at all.
Ziyuan secretly raised her eyelids and glanced at the young marshal lightly. Her whole face turned red and her heart beat violently.
The young marshal didn't speak, he just drank tea slowly, his long eyelashes covering his eyes.
Ziyuan took a breath, then lowered her head and said neatly: "Young Marshal, the eldest lady said tonight is a family dinner for the Yi family. Do you have any special instructions?"
