After a while, the three maids and Mu Xiaomeow all appeared in an elegant wing. A faint scent of sandalwood fills the nose, delicate curtains hang from the beams, and several porcelain vases are filled with fresh flower petals.

"This boudoir was ordered by the prince to prepare for the slaves and maids a few days ago, does the young lady like it?" Finger Smoke smiled coquettishly while asking Mu Xiaomeow, who was lying on his shoulder.

"Well, that's good." Mu Xiaomeow nodded like a little adult, with a little seriousness in her immature children's voice.

Zhiyan and Zhixue looked at each other, couldn't help but chuckle, and then said: "The slaves and maids will go down first to prepare a meal for Miss, and Miss will take a walk around the house and take a look, there is Sister Yan." With that, the two turned and walked out of the house.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Zhiyan placed Mu Xiaomeow on the bed, and he pulled a wooden chair to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked carefully.

Mu Xiaomeow looked around at the delicate and small furnishings in the room, tilted her little head and asked suspiciously: "Are there any other women in this palace?" "There are a lot of unkind women in Brother Lun's mansion, so what about here?

Finger Smoke blinked his beautiful eyes, and Si Pa covered his mouth and chuckled: "The prince is still young, and I have no interest in accepting wives and concubines, so there are no other superfluous women in the house except for slaves and maids." "This is thanks to the fact that the North is easy to keep to itself.

"That's it." Mu Xiaomeow is like a stiffened eggplant, with her head hanging and her mouth flattened. Wouldn't it be boring without another woman.

Zhiyan seemed to guess the reason for Mu Xiaomeow's disappointment, and continued with a smile: "The prince often goes out, such as going out or going to the palace to see the queen mother. A mysterious smile.

Mu Xiaomeow immediately came to her senses, and her eyes widened: "Really? "If so, wouldn't it be fun?

"yes." refers to the frequent appearance of joy on Yan Jiao's face, perhaps because of Mu Xiaomeow's arrival.

With the sound of chaotic footsteps, two maids walked in with fragrant meals.

"Hehe, miss. You come and try it, because I don't know what Miss Lu Dao likes to eat, so the slave maid asked the cook to make a lot of pastries. Zhiyan said playfully, placing the pastries on the plate on the wooden table.

"What, what pastries to eat on a big night!" Finger Smoke stood up in disbelief, his eyes wide open. Zhiyan has always been so mindless, and she is still relieved to let her and Zhixue go. Zhixue is no different from her, messing around, but making a mess of things.