Prestige
In the morning, they hadn't had a chance to talk, so Xie Ning took the opportunity to ask the maid now, "What's your name?"
The palace maid had a melon-shaped face and was not tall, about half a head shorter than Xie Ning.
She looked Xie Ning up and down to make sure she wasn't injured before she breathed a sigh of relief, "This servant's name is Xiayue."
"What's the name of the other one with you? Where is she now?"
"Her name is Xiahong. We were separated when the chaos started just now. But Xiahong is always clever, so she should be fine. Lady, please don't worry."