When Shen Cheng woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.
The maids who had been watching over the bedroom all night noticed she was awake at the first opportunity and hurried forward to ask, "Young Madam, you're awake, do you feel any better?"
Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Shen Cheng turned her head to look.
Standing by the bed were several maids dressed in identical clothes, probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.
Shen Cheng's thoughts quickly rewound to last night, first almost losing her life, then going to Shi Mansion, and then she passed out.
These people calling her Young Madam? Just by thinking with her toes, she knew where this place was.
Her head ached a bit, she raised her hand to gently rub her temples, and casually responded, "Much better."
Only then did the maids breathe a sigh of relief, "It's good that Young Madam is fine, we'll help you get dressed right now."
"No need," she said indifferently, with a hint of resistance.
