Her steps were gentle, she raised and lowered her body, and her posture was similar to that of a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was suspiciously brisk.
This is the prince's palace, and no one is allowed to enter. Even if Zhu Chi has a transcendent status and is trusted by the prince, he would not dare to break in when this happens.
Privately, he was really unwilling to let that suspicious Yu Ma in.
Hopefully, everything is just his illusion,
I hope nothing bad happens.[
Zhu Chi sat down under the pillars at the door, rubbing his arm that was still aching after the injury, while pricking up his ears and listening to what was going on inside.
Mu Mu leaned in front of the bed, hugging the quilt and watching quietly.
Several familiar faces filed in. Following in the center was a woman in her thirties. Her face could not be said to be good-looking or not. Her long hair was pulled into a neat arc. Other than that, there were no unnecessary modifications.
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She lowered her head, but her back was stiff. It was obvious that she was not very used to groveling.
When she came to Mu Mu, a maid blocked her way, asking her to stand at a distance suitable for conversation and not allowing her to get close.
Mu Mu lazily let others serve her to dress, took the mouthwash, swirled it in her small mouth, and then spit it into the bowl.
He casually grabbed the steaming wet wipes and wiped his hands while observing the woman not far away.
"Are you new here?"
Yu Ma was blessed with a blessed body, and her voice was lower and slightly rough, "To tell you Madam, this servant is sent by the housekeeper to serve the master in the inner courtyard."
"Raise your head." As the distance got closer, the familiar smell became clearer and clearer. Mu Mu smiled, with a hint of naughtiness looming in her watery eyes.
Yu Ma's body paused.
If Mu Mu hadn't been staring at him, she would never have discovered that she had had this little fluctuation.