Xixi was a maid in the mistress's chambers, and upon her arrival, the embroiderers seemed to still be earnestly stitching, but in reality, they had all turned their attention to Xixi, especially since the mistress had not yet chosen someone. Everyone hoped to discern something from Xixi's words, and her statement was like a stone thrown into calm waters.
"Really? Does Xixi know who the mistress has selected?" Compared to everyone else's excitement and nervousness, Lun Qin was even more eager. In her mind, one of the positions was certainly hers, so she wanted to hear the good news from Xixi's mouth first. Because she held herself in such high esteem, no one dared to ask, only Lun Qin did so directly. She thought that although Xixi was currently serving the mistress, if she herself were chosen, she would have the same status as Xixi in the future, and there was no need to appear too humble.