Song Yunzhao went to the maids' room and saw Jiangxiang lying on the bed. Seeing her enter, Jiangxiang scrambled to sit up, covering her face with both hands. "My Lady, what are you doing here? Don't let my appearance frighten you. You should go back right away."
Song Yunzhao saw that Jiangxiang's eyes were red and knew she had been crying. She said, "Take your hands away. Let me see what's happened to your face."
"It's a frightful sight. My Lady, it's better if you don't look." Jiangxiang didn't want to frighten her lady, so she kept her face covered and refused to let go.
"Let go."
Startled by her lady's tone, Jiangxiang instinctively dropped her hands.
The moment Song Yunzhao saw Jiangxiang's face, her expression changed. Qiancao's description had been far too mild; Jiangxiang's face was covered in a dense rash of small welts.
'She had eaten dishes with Perilla before and never had a problem. Why now?'
