At Tang Wanju's home.
Bao Qin stood outside the guesthouse, her face blushing red.
What was this, bringing a man back to bathe and then dashing off? Poor Bao Qin was left to serve.
Luckily, he disdained her, shooing Bao Qin out like she was chasing away a pig, otherwise, was she supposed to attend to him while he bathed?
That wasn't right—what grounds did that stinking bear have to disdain Bao Qin? She hadn't even made him pay for the broken strings of the lute!
Tang Wanju appeared before her. "Why are you standing here?"
Bao Qin stumbled over her words, "Wasn't it Miss who asked me to serve?"
Tang Wanju pinched her forehead, clearly annoyed. "I asked you to fetch water for him. Once done, you were supposed to go about your business. What were you thinking? It's been almost an hour now. Do you think he's pickling himself in there for so long?"
Bao Qin replied, "…I could soak that long."
