She held a tray of clothes in her hand and stepped forward to show them to Yan Lingzhen, "Miss, would it be alright to wear this set to bed tonight?"
Yan Lingzhen glanced at them, they were decent enough, though they couldn't compare to the ones her elder sister had prepared for her, but they were still much better than the coarse clothes she was wearing.
So she hummed indifferently.
One must acclimate to the circumstances.
Yan Lingzhen always dealt with situations with composure.
Wang Suying, seeing those clothes, clenched her fists in jealousy.
"What about mine?"
"Yours?" The maidservant looked at her puzzled, "You, a mere maid, also dare to ask for these clothes?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Suying's face turned red, "Who told you I was a maid?"
