Xia Wenjin laughed and said, "Nanny Zhou, don't worry, I usually dislike using my hands, it's a hassle!"
Nanny Zhou: "..."
Why did she feel that the lady meant it was because using hands was a hassle that she usually didn't like to use them, rather than causing trouble after doing so?
She sighed in her heart, the lady was, after all, raised in the Jianghu; she was very clear about her mistress's thoughts. Her mistress felt sorry for the lady, who lost her mother at a young age and grew up among a group of rugged men, fearing she wouldn't find a good match. She wanted to select a good marriage for the lady among the noble sons in the Capital City.
Now it seems, her mistress has her work cut out for her.
In no time, the attendant over there, the one in gray, approached with great respect: "This young lady, may I ask which color invitation you hold?"
