At this moment, Mu Jin was overjoyed, finally avenging the scalding incident on her hand. She was in a great mood and didn't care that Cui Xiang, a mere maid, dared to glare at her angrily.
"Oh dear, it was probably my slip of the hand again. Consort Shen, remember this next time. Don't send me so much soup or tea anymore. After all, my hands are delicate and might not be able to hold it properly."
Then Mu Jin turned to look at Cui Xiang.
"Stop staring there! Go and fetch a doctor right now. If your concubine gets a scar on her hand, the prince will be heartbroken."
Shen Qianqian endured the pain and scolded Cuixiang beside her, "Don't be rude to the Princess!" But she gave Mu Jin a stiff smile.
"I don't blame Your Highness. It was Qianqian's fault for not holding the soup properly. Now that the soup has spilled, I won't bother Your Highness any longer. I'll apologize to Your Highness next time."
Mu Jin nodded understandingly this time: "Okay, then take care. Remember to see the doctor later."
When Su Yuntian returned to the palace after court, he learned that Shen Qianqian had not only been verbally insulted by Mu Jin in the Green Bamboo Courtyard, but had also been injured. He was furious.
He then went to the Green Bamboo Courtyard, intending to confront Mu Jin, but when he learned that Mu Jin had left the palace early that morning and that no one in the palace knew where she had gone, he flew into a rage.
At that time, Eleven was driving a carriage, while Mu Jin and Qing'er were sitting lazily in the carriage, looking at the beautiful scenery in the suburbs, and were in a great mood.
The carriage drove out of the city gate, and the air in the suburbs was refreshingly fresh. I heard that the slopes of Baishi Mountain outside the city were covered with ginkgo trees with golden leaves, making for a uniquely beautiful scene.
There are many people playing at the foot of Baishi Mountain, and fortunately the road from the foot of the mountain to the top is very flat.
The mountain road spirals around the mountainside, allowing the carriage to travel smoothly all the way to the summit. The air along the way carries a pleasant, sweet apricot scent.
The carriage traveled all the way up the mountain, along a winding road that seemed incredibly long.
Those who didn't drive carriages usually got exhausted halfway up the mountain, while those who did were mostly wealthy people from the city. There aren't many wealthy people these days, and besides them, there was only one other family that was going up the mountain with them at a distance.
Upon reaching the mountaintop, Qing'er, gazing at the magnificent scenery, excitedly called for Mu Jin to come out of the carriage to admire it.
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