In the Fangcao Pavilion Main Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy. Lady Xuan sat in the main seat, her expression terrifyingly gloomy. Her personal palace maid, Bi Ying, stood by her side, holding her breath in concentration. The palace maids on either side kept their heads down, not daring to make a sound.
A little palace maid standing next to Lady Xuan, holding tea, perhaps held it for too long and her hand went numb. She lost her grip, and the teacup fell from the tray, crashing at Lady Xuan's feet, dirtying the hem of her dress.
That little palace maid was so scared she dropped to her knees with a thump, completely ignoring the sharp pieces of porcelain that pierced the skin of her legs.
Because the palace maid knew that when Lady Xuan was angry, her temper was extremely fiery. If one wasn't careful, punishment would follow, and in severe cases, they might even be sent to the Violence Room. So, she kowtowed continuously, unable to speak a word.
