"Bring it, bring it."

"Have you brought the dress that Master asked for? And where are the uniforms from Qingzhu Academy?"

"I brought them all, too."

Du Kun was busy with extra work, as if he was going to marry a wife tomorrow. Du Kun wiped the sweat from his face and asked, "Where is the maid serving Miss A Yuan?!"

A woman in a pale pink dress stepped in, holding her hands in front of her, with a cold face like a piece of ice on this hot summer day:

"My slave is here."

Shen Weibai finally raised his head and glanced at the maid.

Du Kun introduced: "This is the best candidate from among the people we trained. His name is Hua Rao, he is not talkative, he is not too busy, and he is very capable."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers: "What have I been teaching you?"

Hua Rao suddenly pulled out an exquisite dagger from his waist, nestled it beautifully in the palm of his hand, and his expression suddenly became fierce:

"Anyone who stands in the way of Miss Ayuan will die."

Very beautiful, very perfect, Du Kun looked at Shen Weibai with expectant praise.

But his mistress was so quick-witted that she didn't bother to take a second look: "There is no need to say this, she is capable of handling it herself."

"..." Du Kun choked and nodded with some regret: "My slave has just checked and everything is done. Is there anything else you need?"

It was clear that a maid came into the palace, but it seemed like a concubine had arrived. A wing room was specially prepared, and it was the one closest to the master.

Shen Weibai's eyes swept across the furnishings in the room, and suddenly he settled on the bed:

"single bed?"

"Yes, doesn't the girl live alone?" After Du Kun said, he suddenly thought of something and immediately glanced at Shen Weibai:

"But the single bed isn't big enough. It's uncomfortable to sleep on. I'll send someone to beat a double bed tomorrow."

After saying this, Shen Weibai's frowning eyebrows relaxed: "Yeah."

Du Kun breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Weibai suddenly said: "But tomorrow, don't let her notice anything unusual."

"..." Master, you gave her a separate room, and even applied for her school registration so that she could go to school. She is not stupid. Isn't this special enough?

Complaints are complaints, the master's task must be completed perfectly, Du Kun patted his chest: "Don't worry, I will do it neatly, and Miss Ayuan will never notice it."

I hope so.

Shen Weibai glanced at the furnishings in the room. They mainly used her favorite red color. Most of the wardrobes were of her favorite styles. Even the decorations hanging on the walls were exquisite swords.

If she would like it.

He quietly raised the corners of his mouth and pressed it down again.

That's nothing to be happy about.

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Early the next morning, Jiang Yuan arrived at the palace where Shen Weibai lived, holding a small package.

She was still the same person, and the atmosphere was still that weird, but when these people saw her, there was an indescribable respect in their eyes. Even the expression of the old lady who led the way became much kinder, even cordial. asked her if she had had breakfast.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't had breakfast. There is room for the girl in the palace." Nanny's tone was very gentle, and she led her to the door of the room:

"This is your room."

"My room?" What's so weird about this, Jiang Yuan thought about it and understood: "You're talking about our maid's room, right?"

Grandma was stunned for a moment and did not explain: "You will know after you go in and take a look." After saying that, she opened the door for her personally.

His doubtful eyes widened instantly:

"Holy shit!! Is this my room?!"

Just like a country bumpkin who suddenly saw the prosperity of a big city, she jumped into her room like a rush.

The overall tone is dominated by bright red, and the taste of this house is excellent. The gauze curtains and screens are not even produced by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They seem to be high-quality products produced by the Weiyang Building, which is very popular outside.

"Wait a minute, is the Qingfeng knife hanging on the wall? Is it the real Qingfeng knife?!" After dropping the package, Jiang Yuan climbed onto the table and looked at the knife hanging in the middle.

The precise textures and engravings by the master are one of her favorite collections!

In her previous life, she had gone to great lengths to buy this knife from someone else, spending most of her savings, but she never expected that it would be placed in her hand so well!

Happiness came so suddenly, she couldn't believe it. How could such a good thing be hers?

"Is this room the master's?"

Grandma looked up at her, her expression a bit speechless, as if she was frightened by her inappropriate behavior: "Master said, since this house belongs to you, then everything belongs to you, just don't sell it.

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"How can you sell it?! It's too late to use it as a family heirloom!" She stamped her feet happily. The corners of her mouth twitched and she couldn't help but say:

"You can take it down and see if it works. This table is very expensive."

"Ah?" Jiang Yuan came to his senses and realized that he was stepping on the table. The nanny underneath had black lines on her face and her eyes were dim.

"Sorry, sorry!" She quickly put the knife away, jumped down and wiped the table with her sleeve:

"I'm so happy. This knife has always been my favorite collection. I didn't expect to find it here."

Grandma pursed her lips and said nothing. She turned her back and muttered: "What do you see in such a girl?"

"What?" Jiang Yuan was still in excitement and had not recovered.

"It's nothing. Since you are here, you must abide by the rules of our palace. When you are in our palace, you only need to obey the master's orders. If you have anything to do, just ask the servants to do it. Only the master can order you."

As she said that, she looked behind her: "This is the girl who is dedicated to serving you, called Hua Rao. She will assist you in your work. If you can't finish it, just leave it to her."

A girl who specializes in serving her?

Jiang Yuan frowned and looked at Hua Rao at the door.

This girl doesn't seem to be an ordinary person. She is already considered tall among women, but the other person is even taller than her, a head taller. But she looks very delicate, with one eye and thin lips, a merciless face, and an extremely harsh tone.

Respect:

"My slave, Hua Rao, has met Miss A Yuan."

"...Wait a minute." No matter how slow Jiang Yuan was, he still felt something was wrong: "I'm here to be a slave, right?"

Grandma nodded.

"I'm not here to be the master, am I?"

Grandma continued to nod.

"Then why do you give slaves to slaves?"

"In the palace, even the slaves are divided into three, six or nine grades. Now you are the personal palace maid at the same level as Du Kun and Su Qiao. Naturally, you are different from others. You only need to obey the master's orders. The rest are all others.

Doing it.”

"That means that Du Kun and Su Qiao also have separate rooms and...master-level collections?" Jiang Yuan couldn't believe it, but Mammy tilted her head and asked expressionlessly:
Chapter completed!