When Xiaolu returned with the bird's nest, she discovered that the originally intact hairpin had been dismantled into pieces, and she had no idea how her master had done it.
Moreover, some parts had already been thrown into the fire basin, burnt to a crisp, beyond recognition.
Xiaolu looked bewildered.
Guo Chun picked up the bird's nest and stirred it slowly, her tone cheerful: "If something doesn't look pleasing, just dismantle it and burn it. After all, it's something bestowed by the Empress, don't mention it to anyone!"
Xiaolu nodded: "Don't worry, master, this slave's lips are sealed."
The last time, when she pleaded for her master in front of the Empress, it was because her master had instructed her to speak at that moment; only then did she have the courage.
Otherwise, she feared she might mishandle her master's affairs.
She knew she wasn't very quick-witted, so she never made decisions on her own; she just followed whatever her master said to do.
