The girl took the cup from Shuxiang's hand and quickly fed Fusang water.
The icy water had just entered my mouth.
"Pfft!" Fu Sang spat it out.
What kind of water is this?!
It tasted sour; it made me feel nauseous and wanted to vomit.
The girl busied herself wiping Fusang's face with a handkerchief.
"Your Majesty, how are you?"
Seeing this, Shuxiang said sarcastically, "Your Highness, this is no longer your Phoenix Palace. If this water is wasted, it will be difficult to get more to drink in the future..."
"The fragrance of books!"
The girl turned and glared at Shuxiang.
"You must not disrespect Her Majesty! Kneel down now!"
Shuxiang chuckled again.
He crossed his arms and glanced sideways at the girl lying on the bed.
"Nonghua, don't say I didn't advise you. Judging from her condition, she won't live much longer. You should find another place to go as soon as possible."
I've been listening to Fu Sang all along.
"..."
It seems this guy not only lacks any sense of hierarchy, but also plans to drag someone else down with him.
The system doesn't say—
Was she a stunningly beautiful and favored concubine?!
This is not what we agreed on.
Even the maids are bullying her.
"As long as you give me your savings for retirement," Shuxiang said, raising her chin, "I'll find you a job at the laundry..."
"Hit her!" came the girl's melodious voice.
The two maids looked at the girl lying on the bed.
Fu Sang sat up amidst their astonished gazes, his pale face and sickly appearance seeming as if he could be blown away by the wind, or as haggard as a pear blossom battered by rain.
Such a frail and beautiful woman evokes pity in me.
But the girl repeated it again.
Slap her!
A slender, fair finger pointed to the scent of books.
"Get the flowers ready, hurry up."
Startled, Nonghua stood up and went over to Shuxiang, slapping her twice.
"Slap! Slap!"
The two decisive slaps stunned Shuxiang.
A sharp pain shot through her face, and Shuxiang snapped back to reality, lunging at Nonghua with a ferocious expression.
"You shameless hussy, how dare you hit me!"
Normally, taking care of Fusang involves mostly tending to the flowers, and many miscellaneous tasks are done by the flower enthusiasts.
So, the bookish, delicate girl who loves beauty every day is no match for the girl who loves flowers.
With a few quick movements, he pinned the book to the ground.
"You bitch, let me go!"
Fu Sang put on a snow-white, wide-sleeved robe and small embroidered shoes, and walked up to the scholar.
He pressed the fragrance of the book against the flowers and looked up at the girl.
Both maids felt that the Imperial Concubine seemed a little different.
But I can't put it into words.
Fu Sang looked at Shu Xiang, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was red and swollen.
"What should be the punishment for a maid who disrespects the Imperial Concubine?"
"Your Majesty," Nonghua replied respectfully, "his crime warrants twenty strokes of the cane!"
If a woman's body is hit hard, she'll have to lie in bed for half a month.
If a woman is physically weak, twenty strokes of the cane could be fatal.
A chill ran through the air behind the books.
"Your Majesty," she immediately burst into tears, "I was wrong, please forgive me."
Now that the scholarly family has been subdued, all they can do is beg for mercy.
Although the Imperial Concubine has been banished to the Cold Palace, she still has a Prime Minister as her father.
She, a mere maid, was no match for the fallen phoenix, the Imperial Concubine.
[Host, this maid is one of the main characters who drives the plot forward. You can send her away now.]
Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Get the flowers out!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Without any mercy, Nonghua grabbed Shuxiang by the hair and dragged her out.
Fu Sang leaned against the door, watching as he played with the flowers and threw the book out of the yard.
Shuxiang rolled around on the bluestone slab, got up in a disheveled state, and glared hatefully at the beautiful girl in the distance.
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