It was already dusk when Lady Zhou awoke.
Gazing at the empty room around her, the thought of her personal Palace Maid being taken to the Punishment Department felt like knives carving at her heart.
Struggling to her feet, she ran to the entrance of Noble Concubine Shih's main hall and knelt.
Weeping, she kowtowed repeatedly.
"Noble Consort, I swear I did not harm Xia Jieyu! I did not even leave my room!"
"Noble Consort, please, save me!"
If Lan Xiang were to be coerced into a false confession in the Punishment Department, she herself would not be spared either.
When a Palace Maid makes a mistake, who's to say it wasn't at her mistress's command?
By then, the accusation of plotting against the emperor's heir would be pinned on her!
This was truly... a complete and utter disaster!
The more Lady Zhou thought about it, the more frightened she became.
BANG, BANG, BANG! Her head hit the ground louder and louder. Soon, her forehead was bruised and purple.
