The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and a high-pitched voice sounded: "Xiao Anzi, are you awake? Get up quickly, Long live the Lord is waiting to serve you." The door creaked open, and a thin figure flashed in. The man was wearing the same blue robe, with a white face and no beard, and a flattering smile at the corner of his eyes. He was holding a wooden plate with a bowl of gruel on it. "Stop dawdling, you fainted outside Qianqing Palace last night. If the prince hadn't been kind enough to carry you back, you would have been dragged to a mass grave." He put down the porridge bowl with an impatient tone, "Drink quickly and go change into clean clothes. Master Chongzhen is in a bad mood this morning, so don't get into trouble."!
