Chun Xia paused, feeling a bit troubled.
"Madam, right now... where can we find fruitwood charcoal!"
As she spoke, she lowered her head, slightly aggrieved.
"Even this black charcoal, it's still..."
Lady Yao glared.
"Still what?!"
"It's still the servants who spared some for you, Madam!"
"Otherwise, even this wouldn't be enough!"
Lady Yao gritted her teeth in anger.
"Wretched! This black charcoal is the cheapest, used by the servants for warmth in the manor!"
"She actually dared to let me use this!"
Chun Xia quickly chimed in.
"Indeed! You are a dignified madam; how can you use the same charcoal as the servants!"
Lady Yao was about to explode with rage.
She wanted to rush out to argue with Lady Wen.
But Chun Xia stopped her.
"Madam, you mustn't go!"
"It's already late night, and it's icy and snowy outside; be careful not to harm yourself with the cold!"
"Moreover, the master is still angry with Madam!"
"If something happens now, it won't benefit us at all!"
