Once Bai Xifeng and her maid had completely vanished from their line of sight down the garden path, Noble Consort Furen Qian Yunyu turned around, her gaze landing sharply on Wanlu.
"Wanlu, step forward." Noble Consort Furen Qian Yunyu's voice cut through the air, icy cold and laced with quiet fury.
Wanlu shuddered and immediately shuffled forward to stand before Noble Consort Furen Qian Yunyu. However, she did not possess an ounce of the courage required to look directly into her mistress's displeased eyes. Instead, she kept her head pressed down toward her chest, staring nervously at the embroidered silk slippers on Noble Consort Furen's feet.
"Do you comprehend the full extent of your wrongdoing?" Noble Consort Furen Qian Yunyu demanded, her tone stern.
"I... I was deeply disrespectful to that young lady, Your Highness." Wanlu answered meekly, treading with extreme caution.
