Three days later, it was Li Huaixi's birthday banquet, and the invitation was delivered to Qi Yu's hands early in the morning.
She only glanced at it before setting it aside, sitting in front of the vanity with a look of utter disinterest as Gui nanny, sent by the Noble Consort, did her makeup.
For her, this was not an invitation but a death warrant.
Perhaps thinking there were no reliable elderlies at Prince Qiu Residence, the Noble Consort had sent over Gui nanny, the most experienced from her own palace, early on.
Firstly, Gui nanny, being an old hand from the palace, knew how to observe words and expressions, aware of what could be said and what could not.
Secondly, as many noble young ladies from the capital city would attend the Princess's birthday banquet today, at least in terms of makeup and dressing, there could be no fault for others to pick on.
"What style of hair bun does the Princess wish to have?" Gui nanny, unable to fathom Qi Yu's thoughts, asked her.