After the tour round the manor , Zhi Yi led them up a narrow staircase to the servants' quarters. The hallway was plain but clean, the wooden floors worn smooth from years of use.
"This will be your room". Zhi Yi said, opening a door at the end of the hall.
Inside was a modest but cozy space with two narrow beds with thick woolen blankets, a small wooden dresser, and a washbasin in the corner.
A single window let in the golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor.
Peizhi stepped inside, her fingers brushing over the rough-hewn bed frame. It was nothing like the carved mahogany four-poster she had slept in at home, with its silk sheets and down-filled pillows.
And yet…
She grinned and threw herself onto the bed, bouncing slightly before sitting up.
"It's perfect ". She declared merrily stunning Xiliu who was already worried she might not be able to adapt.
