"Got it," Lu Mingshu answered unenthusiastically.
The servant girl kept quiet and rearranged the cushion.
"No need for the trouble," Lu Mingshu said. "Go ahead with your chores, I'll rest on my own." She proceeded to stand up.
"Let this servant help Miss up."
Lu Mingshu waved her head. "It's just a minor injury. During the competition, I had to fight with an injury too. I'm not that pampered."
She lifted up her blanket and got down the bed. The servant girl hurried over, draping a jacket on Lu Mingshu shoulder and helping her comb her hair.
She saw Lu Mingshu sit down beside the window and checked that everything was fine, then left with ease.
Seeing the servant's girl cautious attitude, Lu Mingshu somewhat felt like laughing. Does she think that I'm a porcelain doll?
The fragrance of flowers came through the courtyard to the room. She closed her eyes and inhaled the smell.