Not Too Much, Right?

Not long ago, the newly acquired porcelain had already been shattered on the floor. Yuzhu knelt on the ground, her face swollen and red, with distinct finger marks and even scratches that drew blood.

Every eunuch and palace maid in Changchun Palace was terrified and had long hidden in a corner, fearing they might get involved.

Xin Qingwan had been throwing a tantrum for nearly a day. Now, in the dead of night, she had finally calmed down. She looked down at Yuzhu, who was kneeling before her, and asked, "Do you think they're deceiving me?!"

Yuzhu thought about denying knowledge or going along with her judgment that the matter was likely true. After all, nobody dared to fabricate accusations against Prince Ning.

However, she was scared. She knew better than anyone what the consequences would be if she told the truth.