Sang Ruoshui's despondency instantly transformed into a smile so sweet, it was nearly dripping with honey.
She always knew that the Emperor would one day recognize her goodness.
She was younger than Sang Yan and more beautiful, having secretly learned from the nannies in the palace a good number of skills to serve others.
She was confident that once He Ying knew how good she was, he would be unable to resist her charm.
The palace maid served Sang Ruoshui with trembling fear, inwardly lamenting her fate: this mistress must be cursed, her mind vastly inferior to the one in Qingning Palace. Mr. Zhang had been punished. The words of Mr. Pei were laced with mockery in every line. It was clear to anyone with eyes that the Emperor had no good intentions in seeking her. Yet here she was, indulging in pipe dreams. Alas, what could a lowly servant like her even say? Speaking out would only bring a light scolding at best, and at worst, she might end up like Xiangxiu.
