Song Ci's nose itched, and she sneezed several times, helplessly pushing away the maids' concern.
"No, I just sneezed. You didn't have to bring out the big cloak; I'm not cold." She looked at the thick cloak, amused yet exasperated.
For others, there's a kind of cold where your mom thinks you're cold. Here, it's the maids who think you're cold.
It's almost May, and they've brought out a cloak for her. As weak as she might be, she wasn't this weak.
"Madam, there's a bit of wind. You shouldn't get too chilly," Hong Ju advised.
"Even with wind, it shouldn't be this thick. Are you worried your Madam won't get a rash? I just feel like someone is talking about me behind my back, making my nose itch," Song Ci rubbed her nose.
Hong You took out a light shawl and draped it over her shoulders, smiling, "It must be Fourth Master and Young Master thinking of you all the way."
