Let You Taste the Poison

"What nonsense are you talking about? Shi Zhu, what's wrong with you? We are all servants of the Royal Concubine, and being a slave has its own rules. You have to know so many things that you shouldn't know."

"Then why do you want to know?"

"I …" "I don't know, and I don't want to ask too much either. The princess will naturally tell us what she wants us to know."

"What are you two arguing about?"

Feng Qingying had just walked into the courtyard when he vaguely heard Shi Zhu's voice. He walked in front of them and berated them.

Seeing that it was Feng Qingying, the two of them quickly kneeled down and begged for forgiveness.

"Have you forgotten the rules of the Prince's Mansion?" This time, Feng Qingying's tone was especially stern.

"This servant knows her wrongs."

The two of them spoke up at the same time.

"This is the last time."

With that, Feng Qingying pushed open the door and walked in.