"Here they come, here they come, who is it that won't let people sleep in peace?" she said, huffing and puffing.
Feng Xuxu was outside the hall listening to what sounded like an old nanny speaking, feeling even more strange in her heart. Even a favored servant wouldn't be so lax; wouldn't they fear offending someone of high status in the palace? Xiu Yang was born into a noble family and should understand this principle. With confusion in her heart, she quietly took note.
The heavy doors creaked open as an old nanny stepped out, yawning and puffing out her breath, arching her brows and glancing at Feng Xuxu and her two servants: "So early in the morning, you come knocking on the door. Don't you know we had just gone to sleep?"