Chapter 109: Breakfast

The window had already brightened.

The bedding on the bed wiggled twice, and then a single white cowlick poked out.

After spinning around to confirm the outside was safe, Mu Xuan finally revealed her little head.

However, 1 second later, a finger suddenly reached over and poked Mu Xuan’s face.

Instantly, the cowlick on top of Mu Xuan’s head stood up like the quills of a hedgehog.

“Qiansitelin!”

Watching Qiansitelin cover her mouth and snicker nearby, Mu Xuan felt her beautiful mood for the day vanish.

“Oh my, I was just worried Your Highness would oversleep and miss breakfast—”

Qiansitelin showed no remorse.

Instead, she doubled down and reached out her finger again, aiming squarely at Mu Xuan’s sleep-flushed cheek.

This time, Mu Xuan nimbly tilted her head to dodge, and her little paw swiped away Qiansitelin’s mischievous hand with a *smack*.

“Don’t give me that! You’re doing it on purpose! Breakfast can be eaten whenever I want!”

Wrapped in her oversized white hooded pajamas, she looked like a startled, ruffled kitten as she warily eyed Qiansitelin.

These pajamas had been put on her by Qiansitelin after she had fallen asleep the previous night.

“Yes, yes— Your Highness is right—”

Qiansitelin nodded dismissively, but her gaze remained glued to Mu Xuan, filled with blatant admiration and doting.

“However, Your Highness has quite a lot to do today— it’s not good to be a slug-abed—”

As Qiansitelin spoke, she naturally picked up the neatly folded garments nearby.

It was a white robe with a sharp cut, decorated with simple golden patterns.

Mu Xuan was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the clothes—which were finally normal instead of something strange and perfectly suited her status—she couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

‘Is Qiansitelin finally showing some conscience?’

“Wait! I’ll change my clothes myself!”

Seeing Qiansitelin’s movements, alarm bells rang in Mu Xuan’s heart.

“Your Highness was exhausted yesterday, so let me help you rest a bit longer—”

Qiansitelin blinked and approached with the clothes.

Her tone was so gentle it could practically drip with water, but the “success” glinting in her eyes betrayed her.

“Come, lift your arms—”

“No!”

Mu Xuan hugged her quilt and shrank into the corner of the bed, her face flushing red, though whether from anger or embarrassment was unclear.

“I said I’ll change myself! Get out!”

The “painful” experience of the last “massage” was still fresh in her memory.

Who knew what kind of trouble Qiansitelin would stir up this time!

“Your Highness—”

Qiansitelin’s voice carried a hint of a pouting whine, but her footsteps didn’t stop.

She walked toward Mu Xuan at a leisurely pace.

“Look, the sleeves are a bit complicated here. Let me help you…”

“Out! Right now! Immediately!”

Seeing Qiansitelin get closer and closer, Mu Xuan panicked.

She hastily pointed toward the door, trying her best to make her voice sound authoritative.

Unfortunately, combined with her post-sleep soft voice and that stubbornly crooked cowlick, her deterrent power was severely lacking.

Seeing that Mu Xuan was truly getting upset, Qiansitelin finally knew when to stop.

She let out a regretful sigh and placed the clothes by the bed.

“Fine, fine— I’ll listen to Your Highness— but you must be quick. Lutherch sent over some piping hot goat milk—”

Qiansitelin’s voice drifted back as she walked toward the door, looking back three times with every step.

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to add, “Call me anytime if you need help with the ties—”

Her response was a pillow thrown by the fuming Mu Xuan, which slammed accurately against the door that had just closed.

Seeing that Qiansitelin had truly left, Mu Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.

She collapsed back onto the bed, wanting to sleep a little longer.

But without her pillow, everything felt strange no matter how she lay.

She crawled up gloomily, looked at the pillow lying on the floor by the door, and rubbed her hair irritably.

Finally, she let out a resigned sigh.

Mu Xuan patted her cheeks and helplessly climbed out of bed to change.

The ties of the robe were indeed a bit complicated.

Mu Xuan struggled clumsily with them for a while before she managed to get them sorted.

She looked into the blurry silver mirror in the room; the figure in the mirror was small, yet carried a calm radiance.

The Crosier had been casually placed by Qiansitelin next to the mirror frame, and it also emitted a soft glow.

She picked up the Crosier and pushed open the door, only to find Qiansitelin waiting outside with her arms crossed, looking perfectly composed.

“Your Highness is quite slow—”

Qiansitelin’s gaze swept over Mu Xuan, pausing for 1 second on the slightly crooked waistband, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Mu Xuan pretended not to notice her gaze and walked straight ahead.

“Where is breakfast?”

She was already feeling hungry.

And she truly wanted to taste the goat milk that Lutherch had sent.

“This way, Your Highness.”

Qiansitelin stepped forward to keep pace.

She naturally reached out, wanting to smooth a stray lock of silver hair that had curled during sleep.

Mu Xuan instinctively tried to dodge, but her movements were 1 beat slower than Qiansitelin’s.

Cool fingers lightly brushed against her forehead, bringing a strange sensation.

Mu Xuan’s body stiffened slightly, but she didn’t dodge again.

She simply lowered her head and quickened her pace.

In the dining room downstairs, the malty aroma of toasted bread was already wafting through the air.

Smelling the fragrance, Mu Xuan’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly ran down.

She hadn’t expected the Church to be able to serve toasted bread so soon after its establishment.

Mu Xuan thought she was fast enough, but Qiansitelin had somehow reached the dining room first.

By the time Mu Xuan sat down, Qiansitelin had already set the plate for her and pushed the goat milk in front of her.

Mu Xuan gave Qiansitelin a slightly odd look, but she was too lazy to think much about it.

She buried her head and started eating.

In the grand scheme of things, eating was the most important.

“Eat slowly, Your Highness.”

Qiansitelin didn’t move much herself.

She simply propped up her chin and watched Mu Xuan intently as she ate the bread like a little squirrel, taking small but incredibly fast bites.

Qiansitelin’s eyes were soft.

“Mph… You should eat too. Why are you staring at me?”

Mu Xuan felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze.

She spoke indistinctly and pushed another plate of bread toward her.

“Watching Your Highness eat is more satisfying than eating myself. My little Highness is simply a feast for the eyes—”

Qiansitelin chuckled.

Seeing Mu Xuan push the plate toward her, she finally picked up a piece of bread and took an elegant bite.

Mu Xuan nearly choked on those words.

Her face felt hot, and she quickly picked up the goat milk nearby and took a large gulp to hide her embarrassment.

‘Wait, why would she suddenly say something like that! This is so embarrassing!’

Breakfast didn’t take long.

It soon ended amidst Mu Xuan’s overall discomfort and Qiansitelin’s smiles.

Mu Xuan stood up and looked at the empty cup of goat milk, a lingering smile of satisfaction on her face.

The taste was rich and sweet; it had likely been processed, as there was none of the gamy smell she had imagined, only a dense milky fragrance.

It was indeed delicious.

“Ah—”

As Qiansitelin cleared the table, Mu Xuan stretched.

A cute groan escaped her rosy little mouth.

She pushed open the main door and her small nose twitched slightly.

A faint scent of blood still lingered in the air.

“Qiansitelin, did something happen last night? Why is there still a scent of blood?”

Mu Xuan turned around and asked in confusion.

Qiansitelin, who was washing the plates, paused for a moment and then smiled gently.

“Your Highness, that’s just the leftovers from cleaning the fish scales yesterday— Oh? Don’t tell me Your Highness forgot after a single night’s sleep?”

Looking at Qiansitelin’s smile, Mu Xuan couldn’t help but pout.

“How could I possibly forget!”

Although there was still some doubt in her heart, her attention had been diverted by the other’s words.

‘I’m not that stupid.’