Lady Guo lay on the beauty couch, extending her leg to Xiaohong, instructing her to slowly lift her skirt, disdainfully saying: "Whether it was intentional or not, I know in my heart!"
"She does have some ulterior motives, but she is truly frightened, calling out the Empress's name, definitely scared." Lady Guo popped a grape into her mouth and continued muttering, "In the past, back at the residence, as long as Father spoke slightly harshly, she would tremble with fear, let alone now facing the Empress!"
Xiaohong thought the same and quickly flattered her: "The Mistress is indeed perceptive; when the slave thinks back, Guo Concubine did seem terrified earlier, her face turned completely pale!"
"Pah!"
Just as Xiaohong finished speaking, Lady Guo suddenly spat.
Xiaohong was startled, her hand slightly heavier, causing Lady Guo to grimace in pain.
Xiaohong hastily kowtowed: "The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die!"
