Chapter 21: Accepting the Jester's Consort

This one night, Feng Yun slept uneasily.

Sometimes it was Pei Jue, sometimes Xiao Ziceng, and it seemed like she also pulled up a radish, a big one that she couldn't get a grip on or pull out. She woke and slept in a daze, until the golden sunlight streamed in through the gossamer curtains, and only then did she believe the dream had truly ended.

Drawing a long breath, she called Xiaoman over.

"Let's do a 'startled swan' hairstyle."

Xiaoman and Daman hadn't previously served in the inner quarters. Peipei and Huanhuan, the four most clumsy maid-servants in the residence, were thus assigned by Lady Chen to attend to Feng Yun. The previous Meixiang Pavilion was the gathering place for the "old, frail, sick, dim, foolish, and dull" in the Imperial Governor's Office. The maids giggled and laughed, taking great effort to finally create a satisfactory hairstyle for their mistress, and were overjoyed.

"The young lady is so delicate and beautiful!"