After driving Zhen Rou away, Chuzheng had all the people from Jinxiu Pavilion summoned over.
She was at least a Prince's Consort; the staff assigned to Jinxiu Pavilion was not exactly few.
"Anyone who just now didn't follow my instructions can all leave." Since they didn't work, keeping them was pointless.
Someone, frightened, dropped to their knees with a thud: "Prince's Consort…"
Chuzheng couldn't be bothered to listen to their nonsense. She wasn't planning to keep them anyway, so she impatiently waved her hand, telling them to hurry up and go.
"Prince's Consort, this servant knows her mistake, please don't drive this servant away."
So what if Jinxiu Pavilion wasn't favored; the work here was light and the monthly pay high. Who would want to leave?
