Song Ci, comfortably reclining on the chaise longue, let out a long sigh. This body, indeed, is old and weak; after just a short outing, she felt utterly exhausted.
"Here as well, give it a little massage." Song Ci pointed to her calf, directing the young maid kneeling next to her, massaging her legs.
"Yes, Madam."
Seeing the young maid with big eyes and twin buns, holding a small hammer so obediently, Song Ci couldn't help but feel a touch of guilt.
In just a few days, she had mastered the air of an influential person, able to unhesitatingly command the young maid to serve her.
"Have Nanny grab a handful of candies for you later; it's hard work massaging my legs," Song Ci said with a smile, lightly patting the maid's forehead.
The young maid, named Shi Liu, responded with a smile, eyes curved like crescents, "Thank you, Madam, it is my honor."
Nanny lifted the curtain and entered, curtsying to Song Ci, "Madam, the lady of the house is here to greet you."
"Let her in."
