"You can just call me Uncle Qing. I am the steward of the palace." The old man walked very slowly, unsteadily, his eyes following each step, and he listened quietly.
"From now on, you will be the prince's maid. However, I have to remind you. Although the prince has an eye disease..."
Yi Tong was startled and said unexpectedly, "He can't see?"
"Well," Qingbu nodded and warned, "You can't remind him casually in front of the prince. If you make him unhappy, you deserve to be thrown out of the house."
"Oh." Yitong finally understood why when she saw his eyes, she felt that there was a pool of stagnant water. Sure enough, God is fair. If you open the door for you, you must close the window. However, she really did it for that god.
Such a pity for such a handsome man.
"Your Majesty loves cleanliness very much. It can be said that..."
Yitong understood and immediately said, "I have a mysophobia!"
Uncle Qing slowly turned his head and glared at her. Yitong stuck out his tongue, not daring to interrupt the eccentric old man. However, what she didn't understand was that since he couldn't see, how could he not see that he was unclean?
Woolen cloth?
"The prince especially doesn't like others to touch his body. You must keep this in mind, except for his personal bodyguard, Ruan Zhong."
Yitong nodded understandingly. He is beautiful, loves to be clean, and doesn't like others touching him. Is this considered narcissistic for him?
In any case, it was all thanks to him that I was able to escape the fate of being burned. Being his maid should be my way of repaying him for saving my life.
After Uncle Qing finished these instructions, he handed her over to a middle-aged aunt with a kind face, "This is Mrs. Chen. If you need anything in the future, just ask her."
Yitong immediately nodded politely to Mrs. Chen, "Hello, Mrs. Chen."
Life in the orphanage taught her to always show her best side when facing strangers.
"Haha, okay," Aunt Chen pulled her over with a smile, "Why is this child so dirty? Come on, let me boil some water for a bath, and then put on clean clothes. Let's go see the prince at dinner.
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"Thank you, Mrs. Chen."
After taking a comfortable hot bath and putting on clean clothes, Yitong was startled when she wiped her hair and walked to the bronze mirror. She stared blankly at the person in the mirror, "This, this is me?
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It was an elegant, graceful and beautiful face. With two rows of thick eyelashes raised, a pair of bright eyes were like a clear lake, which could easily capture all the light while looking at it.
Although she was wearing just an ordinary pink gauze skirt, it could not cover up her natural noble and elegant temperament at all.
She is like a drop of crystal clear morning dew. She is not as wanton and enchanting as the afternoon sun, but she is so pure and beautiful that people are at a loss for what to do.
Yitong slowly touched her delicate cheek with her hand, stared at the bronze mirror and murmured to herself, "Why, it seems like I have seen it somewhere?"
This feeling is very strange. Staring at "oneself", it feels like déjà vu.