The stuffy night was suffocating, Yuehuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Outside the window, streaks of lightning pierced the pitch-black night sky, and the oppressive thunder made Yuehuan increasingly irritable.
Yuehuan got up and called out, "Xin Yu, light the lamp."
Xin Yu, now Yuehuan's personal maid, was on duty for the night. Upon hearing Yuehuan's words, she immediately got up and lit the palm oil lamp on the table.
Xin Yu observed Yuehuan sitting on the bed, not getting off or speaking, feeling slightly uneasy, she tentatively called out, "Master, sir…" Currently, Qian Tu visits her only on the first and fifteenth of the month, spending the rest of his time at the new maternal auntie's room. Xin Yu thought Yuehuan was sleepless because Qian Tu wasn't coming to the main courtyard.
Xin Yu was handpicked by Yuehuan and was utterly loyal. Yuehuan could instantly perceive Xin Yu's thoughts, a cold smile on her lips, she spoke lightly, "You can go to sleep!"
