Chapter 48 The mistress’s odd habit part 1

A few days pa.s.sed in peace .

The wounds on Qu Shaner’s back were still slightly dark with bruising, but no longer hurt .

That day, although Mo Liancheng left, he sent someone soon enough to deliver a prized box of plaster .

Although Qu Shaner was still fuming, she held herself back .

She stayed in the Snow Palace, refusing to leave!

“Jing Xin, what time is it now?” Qu Shaner slumped on the table, bored . The gentle, good-natured image she was supposed to maintain in front of others had been shattered completely at the moment .

Jing Xin walked in and put her tea down . “There’s still some time till lunch . ”

“I just feel like it’s been a long time already . I’m having strange delusions that I’m supposed to be eating dinner, not lunch . ”

“But it is before lunch . ”

“Where are Yue La and the others?” Qu Shaner asked weakly . This sort of lifestyle was really boring .

Staying in the Eighth Prince’s palace was much better than being in the Qu Palace . At least she didn’t have to tiptoe around others all the time . But no matter how much better it was, it was still a cage .

A small cage, switched for a bigger cage .

“They’re busy in the kitchen . I hear that they’re learning to make some sort of pastry . ” Jing Xin responded .

“They seem to be taking to this place well . ” Qu Shaner’s lips curled . Everyone else was having fun; she was the only one bored .

“Do you not like it here, Mistress?”

“All I can think of is the day I’ll be able to leave and live the life I want to live . What I yearn for is freedom . ” Qu Shaner glanced up at the sky outside of the door, a powerless look in her eyes . Even if she really couldn’t get back to where she was originally, as long as she could live happily and freely she would be satisfied .

“You’ve said that for two years,” Jing Xin said with a small smile .

“Exactly . I keep saying it, but nothing happens . That’s why I’m so depressed…That’s right, did you finish up what I asked you to do earlier?” Qu Shaner asked the question as it came to her mind .

“I’ve visited most of the relevant places . In the palace, there aren’t any beds that look like the one that Master drew . ” Jing Xin had ran around for quite a few days but returned with no results . Some places with beds required more authority than she had as a maid, so she kept having to find all sorts of reasons .

“What about Mo Liancheng’s women? What about their beds?”

“No . ” Jing Xin shook her head helplessly .

Since her mistress had failed to kill herself by ramming into the wall, she had developed a strange habit–looking for beds . All the beds, big and small, in the Qu palace, she had seen all of them . Finally, one day Jing Xin couldn’t help but ask her what it was all about . That was when she pulled out a picture of a very cla.s.sical bed . She declared that she needed to find the bed, and that she’d keep looking until she was dead!

Qu Shaner’s small, delicate face was full of disappointment .

The thing that made her come back through time was that strange bed . She had been thinking the whole time that since she’d arrived here, perhaps within this country, this city, there was a bed like that . Why did she have to come to the Qu palace? That bed must not be far from her . So the first thing she did when she woke up was look through every corner of the palace for beds .

But there was just disappointment, again and again .

Even in the eighth prince’s palace, she wanted to continue looking .

As long as there was a sliver of hope, she would keep looking . If not, she would lose hope in life .

Chapter 48 The mistress’s odd habit part 1.

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A few days pa.s.sed in peace

 .

The wounds on Qu Shaner’s back were still slightly dark with bruising, but no longer hurt

 .

That day, although Mo Liancheng left, he sent someone soon enough to deliver a prized box of plaster

 .

Although Qu Shaner was still fuming, she held herself back

 .

She stayed in the Snow Palace, refusing to leave!.

 .

“Jing Xin, what time is it now?” Qu Shaner slumped on the table, bored . The gentle, good-natured image she was supposed to maintain in front of others had been shattered completely at the moment

 .

Jing Xin walked in and put her tea down . “There’s still some time till lunch . ”.

 .

“I just feel like it’s been a long time already . I’m having strange delusions that I’m supposed to be eating dinner, not lunch . ”.

 .

“But it is before lunch . ”.

 .

“Where are Yue La and the others?” Qu Shaner asked weakly . This sort of lifestyle was really boring

 .

Staying in the Eighth Prince’s palace was much better than being in the Qu Palace . At least she didn’t have to tiptoe around others all the time . But no matter how much better it was, it was still a cage

 .

A small cage, switched for a bigger cage

 .

“They’re busy in the kitchen . I hear that they’re learning to make some sort of pastry . ” Jing Xin responded

 .

“They seem to be taking to this place well . ” Qu Shaner’s lips curled . Everyone else was having fun; she was the only one bored

 .

“Do you not like it here, Mistress?”.

 .

“All I can think of is the day I’ll be able to leave and live the life I want to live . What I yearn for is freedom . ” Qu Shaner glanced up at the sky outside of the door, a powerless look in her eyes . Even if she really couldn’t get back to where she was originally, as long as she could live happily and freely she would be satisfied

 .

“You’ve said that for two years,” Jing Xin said with a small smile

 .

“Exactly . I keep saying it, but nothing happens . That’s why I’m so depressed…That’s right, did you finish up what I asked you to do earlier?” Qu Shaner asked the question as it came to her mind

 .

“I’ve visited most of the relevant places . In the palace, there aren’t any beds that look like the one that Master drew . ” Jing Xin had ran around for quite a few days but returned with no results . Some places with beds required more authority than she had as a maid, so she kept having to find all sorts of reasons

 .

“What about Mo Liancheng’s women? What about their beds?”.

 .

“No . ” Jing Xin shook her head helplessly

 .

Since her mistress had failed to kill herself by ramming into the wall, she had developed a strange habit–looking for beds . All the beds, big and small, in the Qu palace, she had seen all of them . Finally, one day Jing Xin couldn’t help but ask her what it was all about . That was when she pulled out a picture of a very cla.s.sical bed . She declared that she needed to find the bed, and that she’d keep looking until she was dead!.

 .

Qu Shaner’s small, delicate face was full of disappointment

 .

The thing that made her come back through time was that strange bed . She had been thinking the whole time that since she’d arrived here, perhaps within this country, this city, there was a bed like that . Why did she have to come to the Qu palace? That bed must not be far from her . So the first thing she did when she woke up was look through every corner of the palace for beds

 .

But there was just disappointment, again and again

 .

Even in the eighth prince’s palace, she wanted to continue looking

 .

As long as there was a sliver of hope, she would keep looking . If not, she would lose hope in life