"My Lady, the painter is here. She's waiting outside. Do you want to go to the outer room to meet her?" Mo Yu came in and asked.

"Alright, have her wait outside first."

Mo Xuetong had been lying on the bed for a few days and felt that her bones were almost scattered. After she returned, a few of the concubines who were insensible wanted to come over and take the opportunity to see if she was really ill. However, all of them were refused by the maids for the reason ...