Consort Su, who was resting in the spacious room, leaned lazily on the couch. She could hear the commotion outside clearly and curled her lips into a sneer.
Fight with her? Heh!
In the past, when she was still a bandit, she had never suffered a loss. Now that she was an imperial concubine, second only to one person and above tens of thousands, losing would be unthinkable. How embarrassing would that be?
The ground was littered with broken porcelain pieces. Despite the servants' careful efforts to clean up without making any noise, Nanny Ling was deliberately causing trouble.
Her face tense, she stared at everyone with a dark gaze. Suddenly, she stepped forward and kicked one of the maids. "Are you deaf for calling me softly? Bitches!"
The maid screamed and fell back, one hand landing on the broken porcelain pieces. The sharp shards instantly cut through her skin, and bright red blood flowed out.
She took a deep breath and quickly used a handkerchief to cover her wound.
