Madam Zhao remained silent and did not answer, but Madam Xin, who was standing to the side, noticed that something was amiss.

Although Madam Zhao wore a veil, completely covering her face, large patches of red and swollen skin were visible behind her ears when she bowed in greeting.

Her expression changed, and she took Song Xizhi's hand and took a step back: "Madam Zhao, what's wrong with the skin behind your ears? Why are there so many rashes?"

"Could it be that he has some kind of infectious disease, which is why he's wearing a veil?"

Upon hearing this, everyone took a step back. Consort Liang frowned and asked, "What illness do you have? And why do you have a rash?"

If Madam Zhao were to contract an infectious disease, the Buddhist scriptures she handled could not be offered as offerings; and if the disease were to infect people, the entire Fengchan ceremony would be destroyed.

No one can bear the guilt behind this!

Those present realized the key to the matter, and their expressions changed. Remembering that they had spoken with Madam Zhao just yesterday, they all took a few steps back, feeling a sense of unease.

Feeling the fear in everyone's eyes, Madam Zhao shook her head in panic. She was completely flustered and hurriedly explained, "I am not sick. The doctor said I am not sick."

Consort Liang breathed a sigh of relief, but was still skeptical: "If you don't have any infectious diseases, then why are you wearing a veil?"

As Madam Zhao looked at the large crowd before her, all of them casting inquiring glances at her, she hesitated and resisted.

Consort Liang was completely worn down: "I'm asking you what exactly happened? Where are my Buddhist scriptures?"