Xia Qingqian felt a knot in her heart, looking at the pieces scattered on the ground. She was momentarily at a loss, forgetting about the pain in her hands and the sting around her waist. It was then she realized there was another person in the room, and she faintly felt a cold glare attempting to see through her, forcing her to stiffen her posture.
She slowly stood up, turned around to meet the gaze, and slightly raised the corners of her lips, her eyes quickly glancing at the face of the Night Wind Housekeeper.
Ye Feng, like Beitang Yao, emitted a cold aura, but lacked the kingly demeanor that Beitang Yao possessed. Ye Feng was cold but remained a diligent and cautious housekeeper.
"Miss Xia, if there's nothing else, please return to your room and rest." Ye Feng said lightly, then squatted down, personally picking up the pieces and placing them into a cloth bag specifically used for maintaining antiques.
