Fang Er's hands trembled as she fell to her knees in fear, pleading, "This servant... this servant dares not. Please, spare me, mistress."
Zhang Yue grew increasingly irritated.
She was the mistress, and Fang Er was merely a servant. How dare this foolish servant disobey her master?
Zhang Yue slapped Fang Er hard across the face, her voice laced with impatience. "Do it discreetly. Who will know it was you?—Be obedient, or I'll carve up your face."
A red mark bloomed on Fang Er's cheek, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.
Her resentment toward Zhang Yue deepened.
Trembling, Fang Er clutched the packet of rat poison, her heart cold with dread. She wiped away her tears, resolving to sneak into Fangfei Courtyard under the cover of night to carry out the deed.
