Just as the maid was pouring the tea, Sang Wan personally held out the cup and offered, "This is Young Master's favorite pre-rain Longjing tea, please have some, Young Master!"
"Enough!" Shi Fengju's inner irritation suddenly surged, and in a fit of anger he waved his hand, but inadvertently knocked over the tea cup, spilling scalding tea onto Sang Wan's hand. Sang Wan let out a cry too late to let go, and in an instant, her left hand and slender, spring bamboo shoot-like fingers turned bright red.
"Madam!" The maids exclaimed in shock and hurried forward to support her.
Shi Fengju was also stunned, feeling a pang in his heart at the sight of Sang Wan's red hand and her trembling delicate form. He quickly stood up, holding her hand and said, "Does it hurt? Why are you still standing there? Quickly get the ointment, what are you waiting for!"
