Aozai slipped away from Huaxi less than a quarter-hour after returning.
Xiaoman chuckled, "He must have gone to find his little wife again."
The maids busied themselves with cleaning, giggling in delight.
Feng Yun lazily sat down, glanced at them, propped her hand on her forehead, and waved her hand dizzily. "Prepare the water, let me wash up and take a nap first."
The maids responded in unison.
Feng Yun raised her eyes again and instructed Xiaoman.
"This journey has been exhausting. In the coming days, see to it that no one disturbs me."
Xiaoman was slightly taken aback.
In the past, whenever Mistress returned from a trip, she would rush to meet the stewards of various shops and establishments, personally review the account books one by one, and never mentioned tiredness.
Why was she so fatigued this time?
Since last month, Mistress had become noticeably distant toward her.
