When Feng Yun woke up the next day, she noticed that people around her were looking at her somewhat strangely.
Daman and Xiaoman greeted her as she got up, more reverent than usual, and offered tea on bended knee.
"Congratulations to the young lady, wishing joy to the young lady."
Feng Yun had lost a game of chess last night, causing her to have a restless sleep, and at this moment, her head was heavy; she didn't react immediately, and took a sip of tea from the cup handed to her.
"What joy is there? Has the Qi Army retreated?"
Xiaoman let out a snicker.
"If the Qi Army had retreated, this maid wouldn't be here to congratulate the young lady."