On the way back to the main courtyard, Meng Qianqian slapped her own hand: "Serves you right for hugging him recklessly! Serves you right! You really know how to add drama to my life!"
"Alas."
"One misstep leads to another, and the whole game falls apart!"
"If I'd known this would happen, I should never have buttered him up... Look at me now... Even if I jump into the Yellow River, I can't wash this clean…"
"Miss."
Ban Xia came over, "Why are you still here? The Duchess has been looking for you for a while."
Meng Qianqian looked utterly despairing: "Your Miss is done for!"
Ban Xia gave her a strange look, then reached out to touch her forehead: "You're not sick, are you? Could it be that your hand is hurting again?"
"My hand doesn't hurt."
Meng Qianqian, like a soulless puppet, walked back in a daze.
Ban Xia frowned in confusion: "Miss is acting really strange."