The young mistress wasn’t good at masking her feelings. Her surprise was evident on her face.

Noting that Nan Xun had stopped sweeping, Jun Huang frowned and asked, “Why did you stop?”

“This is one of the young mistresses, isn’t she?” Nan Xun asked with an innocent smile, which made Jun Huang feel a pang of unreasonable jealousy. She turned to the young mistress and shifted her gaze to the maid. “What is it?”

“Sister, I - mother has sent for a tailor to make clothes for us. I thought you’d want some new dresses as well, so I came to find you.” As the Grand Chancellor's daughter, she may be inexperienced, but not naive. She quickly recovered from her surprise.

Jun Huang huffed and turned away. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t need any.” She reeled in her cold presence and softened her expression. It was as if her earlier attitude had been an illusion. “If there’s nothing else, I won’t be keeping you,...