Her fingers tightly grasped the soft cushion on the couch, and Nanzhao Suya's expression became increasingly anxious and sorrowful.
"Princess." The palace maid to her left gently called out to her, also giving her a meaningful look.
She immediately realized that she was in the middle of a conversation with Su Yan and mustn't lose her composure or show any impropriety in front of her.
Gathering her courage, she asked again, "So what is your relationship with the Emperor? Why did the Emperor bring you into the palace?"
Su Yan continued to smile indifferently and said, "You'll have to ask the Emperor about that. He said he wanted me to be his personal maid, and then he brought me into the palace."
"Are you the Emperor's maid?" Nanzhao Suya's eyes immediately lit up.
Moreover, she automatically ignored the possessive adjective 'his personal.'
"Yes, but only his personal maid," Su Yan emphasized once more.
If she were smart enough, she should understand what that meant by now.
