Yan Huaiying lay stunned, Wei Zhi's words turning over in his mind.
His Highness wanted her to attend him dressed like this?
Yan Huaiying stiffly sat up and then finally began moving, slowly moving from the bed as she held up the tatters of her nightgown, dragging her feet over to the basin.
She had never waited on anyone and had no idea what she was supposed to do. Feng Zhiwei sighed silently as she glanced over at the girl's panicked face, all that pride and arrogance gone.
What was the point? Had the girl really pushed herself to this point for a phantom hatred?
The wealthy children were too narrow-minded, so easily blowing trivial matters out of proportion and imagining themselves in danger and despair, putting themselves through a strange self-torturing cycle.