Mrs. Dou was so terrified by the Master's sudden words that her legs went weak. She hurriedly knelt and kowtowed. "Mercy, Master! It was this old servant's fault for misspeaking! Mercy, Master, this servant will never dare do it again..."
The Third Master looked at Mrs. Dou sprawled on the ground, feeling even more disgusted.
He remembered what she'd said—'The Master can protect the Third Miss, but can he protect a mere servant like you?'—and his heart pounded with anger.
Qiancao was one of Yun Zhao's personal servants. If Mrs. Dou and the others truly controlled everyone around Yun Zhao, what kind of life would she lead in these inner courtyards?
With not a single trustworthy servant by her side, controlled from within and without... The thought was unbearable.
'These wicked servants!'
"Beat her viciously!" The Third Master's anger surged at the thought. 'A treacherous servant harming her master... unforgivable.'
