"Where's the maid who was sending the meal?" Yan Wanqing asked with a chill in her voice.
Cong Ge pointed toward the entrance, "Miss, hurry and pursue her; it's not too late. She just left a short while ago."
As soon as the words fell, Yan Wanqing shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
Just as she exited the door, she saw a palace maid dressed in pale pink court attire turning the corner.
"Stop!"
Upon hearing a voice behind her, the palace maid immediately quickened her pace, but she was no match for Yan Wanqing, who caught up in no time and pinned her against a tree by her shoulder blade.
"Why are you running?" Yan Wanqing's eyes shimmered with a cold light, her voice low and husky: "Could it be that you've done something guilty?"
"Your Highness, spare my life, spare my life!" The maid's face was pale, hands pressed together in prayer as she begged for mercy from Yan Wanqing, tears welling up in her eyes.
