Peony Garden.
Princess Nanzhang sat angrily on the Imperial Concubine's Couch.
The maid was cleaning up the shattered teacup pieces on the floor.
Accidentally cutting her hand, she sucked on her finger, tears streaming down her face, yet she dared not make a sound.
Mrs. Zhao was persuading Princess Nanzhang to calm down.
Outside, another maid entered.
Mrs. Zhao asked, "Did you find out anything?"
The maid was none other than the sister of a servant whom Su Jin didn't want, a third-class maid of the Peony Garden.
The maid, trembling, said, "My brother said when he entered the room, he smelled a faint scent, which made his mind go dizzy, and he fell after taking just a few steps. He saw nothing."
Even if he had seen something, he wouldn't dare say it.
The Eldest Young Madam had beaten him with twenty strokes, considering they still knew their place.
If she had really been angered, there would have been no good outcome.
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Zhao scolded.
