Her expression was gloomy, but she looked pretty, with a light between her eyebrows and eyes.

Her little mouth was red and tender, with a slight curve. It was hard to see her appearance clearly in the dim light, but it was clear that the woman was very beautiful.

Her skin was fair and delicate. She stood up and walked out of the coffin, met Manager Wu, and then bowed.

There was no fluctuation in her expression. Seeing someone beside her, she didn't say anything, but just bowed.

When her appearance came into Bai Yinglin's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't take a closer look. When he looked again, he saw an obvious scar at the corner of her mouth, which was a cut caused by a knife.

Bai Yinglin frowned, thinking that this was the case. Everything Manager Wu said was true. The scar at the corner of the woman's mouth was enough to explain it all.

Concubine Jia was so cruel to her own palace maid that she could even do such a vicious thing as silencing her.

Bai Yinglin's eyes were filled not only with sadness, but also with sympathy.

"Princess Ya, Miss Bai, this is the person you are looking for." Manager Wu carefully locked the wooden door of the cottage.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can ask her now. Her name is Zhirou. She is a lively, cute and capable girl... Alas, what a pity..." Manager Wu sighed and glanced at Zhirou, and said nothing more.

Her heart was in tatters. This was what Concubine Jia had done. She actually treated a woman like this.

"Zhirou, I'm going to ask you some questions now. Can you write them down on paper?" Bai Yinglin asked.

Zhirou nodded, then walked forward and sat down at the small table in front of the tiny window sill. She took out paper and ink and asked Zhao Ya and the others to sit down.

"Back then, Imperial Concubine Jia..."

The pen tip slid smoothly across the paper. Zhirou really had beautiful handwriting.

This scene really opened Zhao Ya's eyes. She had practiced calligraphy for so many years, but her handwriting was not as good as that of a palace maid. She felt that her life was in vain.

Bai Yinglin looked at the palace maid's face and saw that there was no trace of timidity on her face, as if all her emotions had disappeared. She looked like she had thrown all her emotions into the clouds.

All of this doesn't matter to her at all. Life and death are no longer important to her. Perhaps because of her own flaws, she just lives one day at a time.

Zhirou took the rice paper in her hand off the inkstone, placed it in the light coming through the window and shook it gently to see how wet or dry the ink was before putting it down.

Then Zhirou placed the piece of rice paper covered with small seal characters in front of Bai Yinglin.

Seeing that she didn't hesitate at all, Bai Yinglin immediately reached out her hand and took the rice paper.

"Thank you, Miss Zhirou." Bai Yinglin raised the corner of her mouth slightly towards Zhirou, with a gleam in her eyes.

When Zhirou heard this, for some reason, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she quickly returned to her normal expression.

"Yinglin, I never thought that these things had such a history!" Zhao Ya said.

Bai Yinglin did not answer, but just glanced at Manager Wu beside her.

Manager Wu was extremely sensible in this matter. She only stood one foot away from Zhirou and did not look at the rice paper.

Manager Wu led Bai Yinglin and his group out of the hut.

When Bai Yinglin left the door of the cabin, she turned around and glanced at Zhirou who was tidying up the table.