"Young Miss, I'm afraid to say this, but the Master has forbidden us to grant anyone's entry to the Madam's sleeping corridors. She is currently obtaining much-needed rest." The maid bowed her head apologetically.
Stationed in front of the entrance were the servants of the household, all ready to greet the Young Miss but also send her off at the same time.
Yang Ruqin's usually cheerful face was stormy and cold when she looked onto the servants. In some sort of way, her standoffish behavior resembled that of her older brothers.
"I'm not just 'anyone.'" She frowned, the edges of her lips dipping down. Her arms were crossed and she impatiently tapped her foot.
