Lin Fuying's face turned cold in an instant.
"Dong Yue, do not be impertinent! The Princess Consort is standing right before you, alive and well!"
By saying this, Lin Fuying intended to remind Dong Yue that Chu Nanli was not dead.
At this moment, Dong Yue was already panicking.
She had left only after hearing the increasingly feeble cries for help and struggles inside.
How could Chu Nanli possibly still be alive?
"There must be, there must be a ghost, Concubine, save me, please save me!"
Dong Yue closed her eyes and stumbled backward, her fearful and guilty demeanor so irritating to Lin Fuying that she nearly slapped her.
This maid was usually quite clever; such a reaction now was nothing short of a self-admission of guilt.
"Concubine Lin, this maid of yours seems very guilty," Chu Nanli narrowed her eyes.
Ye Yunting's expression also darkened.
From Dong Yue's series of reactions, she was definitely related to this incident.