The soup was freshly made, scalding hot, with a layer of oil still bubbling on top. What happens when such a bowl of hot soup is poured on a delicate little hand? The consequences are imaginable.
Pang Shuangyue screamed in agony, a large blister swelling up on her small hand, with the whole patch of skin first turning white, then red - an unbearable sight.
"Ah!"
The noble ladies nearby quickly stood up, watching the scene in horror.
Long Yue's hand was also splashed with a few drops of hot soup, causing a slight sting, but it was nothing serious.
"Pang Longyue! You... you wicked woman with a venomous heart!"
Pang Shuangyue looked at her hand, the pain piercing to her heart, causing her to catch her breath.
This was originally intended to scald her and mess up her hair to reveal her true appearance, but instead, she ended up harming herself!
How hateful, this is truly too hateful!
But since things turned out this way, Pang Shuangyue could only make a fuss about it.
