Hearing Qin Yunuan's question, Yaqi was on the alert, and then she stayed calm. Slowly coiling her wet hair at the back of her head, she answered reverently, "Madam, it's because I'm washing my hair."

"Washing your hair?" Qin Yunuan raised her voice a bit and continued, "It's dry in North Di, and people seldom wash their hair. We have no big event today. Why do you wash your hair?"

"Madam, today is my mother's death anniversary. I want to pray for her, so I'm taking ...