"Miss, Miss Ke is in the room. Do you need me to ask her to come out?" asked the maid.
"No, I'll go by myself." Song Mi'er shook her head and said, just as she was about to step inside, she stopped and asked, "Let me ask you, is Miss Ke really beautiful?"
Hearing this, the two maids didn't know what she meant. They looked at her and hesitated for a moment. Would the young lady be angry if she said that other girls were beautiful in front of her
"Speak? Why are you looking at me?" Song Mi'er said.
"Miss Ke is very beautiful. Everyone in the mansion says so." The two maids said this and lowered their heads quickly, fearing that their young lady would be angry.
"Oh?" She was a little unconvinced. Ever since she had seen her master's stunning beauty, she felt that other women were not as beautiful as her master.
After walking inside and taking a look, he came to the door of the middle room and knocked on it: "Miss Ke, I'm Song Mi'er. My mother asked me to invite you to the front yard for dinner."
She shouted and stood in front of the door waiting, intending to wait for her to open the door and come out to see how beautiful she was.
When Ke Meng in the room heard the sound, she was stunned for a moment. She took out a gauze scarf and tied it around her face, but found that the scarf was very thin and she could vaguely see the bleeding wound on her face through it. So she tore off a piece of lining from her clothes and tied it outside the scarf.
"Miss Ke?" Hearing some movement in the room but no sound, Song Mi'er called again, feeling a little strange.
“Here I come.”
As Ke Meng's voice was heard from the room, the door opened. Ke Meng, dressed in a plain white dress, stood by the door with a white scarf tied on her face. Her face could not be seen, only a pair of eyes exposed outside the white scarf.
"Ms. Song."
She bowed slightly, her voice a little hoarse. The wound on her face was inflamed and swollen because she had not applied medicine. When she opened her mouth, the wound on her face was pulled, and the pain made her face under the white towel even paler.
"Ms. Ke, why are you wearing this?" Song Mi'er pointed at the white towel on her face and asked in surprise.
She bent her knees slightly and bowed again, saying, "Miss Song, I am not feeling well and I am afraid I cannot go. Please thank Madam for your kindness on behalf of Ke Meng. When Ke Meng feels better, I will go to thank you in person."
Song Mier saw that although she was covered with a white towel, she looked very weak and her voice was a little hoarse, so she said, "Okay then! If you feel uncomfortable, Miss Ke, just have a good rest. I will ask the doctor in the mansion to come and check on you later."
"No need to trouble you, I'll just take a rest. Thank you, Miss Song." She said.
Seeing this, Song Mi'er didn't say anything more. She let her have a good rest and left.
After watching her leave, Ke Meng closed the door and went back to bed. The wound on her face was burning and painful, and she was twitching from time to time. She closed her eyes and thought: I will be fine after two days.
On the other side, Song Mi'er told her mother what Ke Meng said.
Mrs. Song listened and sighed softly, saying, "Well, let your brother and the others keep a copy and have the servants deliver it to her later!"
"Okay." Song Mi'er responded with a smile.