Yang Liu had just left the courtyard and hadn't even reached Yunyao Courtyard when she saw Cuiping. She quickly went up to her, smiling, and curtsied, "Sister Cuiping..."

Before anyone could even utter the second "sister," Cuiping slapped Yang Liu across the face.

Yang Liu looked up at Cui Ping in disbelief, wincing in pain: "Sister, what do you mean? Did Yang Liu do something wrong?"

Cuiping slowly withdrew her hand with a cold face: "This slap is a reward from Madam. Madam said that Miss Yang should always remember her place and not covet things that are not hers, nor should she do anything on her own initiative!"

Yang Liu covered her swollen cheek, lowered her head and nodded: "Yang Liu understands, Yang Liu will definitely listen to Madam from now on."

After hearing her words, Cuiping gave her a deep look, turned around, and left.

Only after Cuiping left did Yang Liu raise her head. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with ruthlessness. One day she would make them pay the price.

They look down on her, don't they? They criticize her for not knowing her place? Well, this time she'll show them what she's made of.

Seeing Yang Liu's frightening appearance, Xiao Hui didn't dare to speak for a moment. She followed behind Yang Liu with her head down until they reached Yunyao Courtyard. Yang Liu's expression softened, and Xiao Hui looked at Yang Liu and said softly, "Miss Yang, would you like some ice to apply?"

Yang Liu shook her head: "No need, let's leave it like this."

She went into the room, sat down at the table, and looked at her swollen face in the bronze mirror, her hands clenched into fists.

night.

Yang Liu sent Xiao Hui away, changed into a loose white dress, and carrying several jugs of wine, walked to the only way Sang Hongfu could go back to the courtyard.

She deliberately avoided everyone and went into a bamboo forest. She only started to cry when Sang Hongfu was almost inside the bamboo forest.

"Who's in there!" Sang Hongfu shouted sharply into the room upon hearing the crying.

Fearing that he had called others, Yang Liu put down the wine pot, walked up to him, and knelt down: "This servant Yang Liu greets Master."

"Yang Liu?" Sang Hongfu frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"This servant...this servant..." Yang Liu burst into tears as she spoke, looking up at Sang Hongfu with teary eyes.

Seeing her pitiful appearance and her swollen face, Sang Hongfu's protective instincts were immediately aroused: "What happened to your face?"

As if just realizing what had happened, Yang Liu hurriedly covered her face and lowered her head.

Sang Hongfu frowned deeply. Only then did he notice that Yang Liu was referring to herself as a servant. Didn't she say that she was Yun'er's concubine?

"Did Yanzhi make the call?" Sang Hongfu asked tentatively.

Yang Liu shook her head: "No, it has nothing to do with Miss Biao."

"What happened?" Sang Hongfu frowned.

“Yes…yes, it’s Madam…” Yang Liu hesitated before saying the First Madam.

When Sang Hongfu heard that it was Liu Furong who did it, he felt that something was wrong.

Looking at Sang Hongfu's expression, Yang Liu asked softly, "Master, is something bothering you? Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Sang Hongfu thought for a moment, then looked into the bamboo forest again before nodding.

Yang Liu sat down on the ground and poured a glass of wine for Sang Hongfu and herself, saying, "Master."

Sang Hongfu took the drink and downed it in one gulp. The sensation of the strong liquor going down his throat made him frown involuntarily.

Sang Hongfu put down his wine glass and looked at Yang Liu: "Aren't you Yun'er's concubine?"