Everyone loves beauty. Even as strict as Mrs. Qiu was, she couldn't bear to let such a pretty little maid leave crying, especially when she was so sweet-talking and sensible.
With her skinny hand, she pulled Rong Yue back, her face stern on the surface. "Just this once, never again! If you really want to be a maid at the Marquis's Manor, you must go through the proper contract. Got it?"
"Yes, maid understands." Rong Yue immediately stopped her tears, with a face full of flattery.
She had also noticed that Mrs. Qiu had rheumatism in her legs, and used the poison she carried with her to treat poison with poison, which relieved Mrs. Qiu's leg pain considerably.
Looking at Rong Yue, Mrs. Qiu found her more agreeable, and directly sent her to the front hall to serve the dishes.
Rong Yue carried the tray, her eyes full of a triumphant smile.
