Embrace

Panting for breath, those handmaids didn't know how many screens they had moved here, but their master was still discontent.

With a frown on her face, Luo Ningcha peered at one of those screens. "This one's not suitable. Who chose this one? Who do you think the guests will be looking at when they come? Me or the woman on this screen?"

The painting on the screen was of a beautiful woman on a spring outing. Afraid of being ordered to carry another screen, a handmaid, who had been serving the master for many years, ventured to say, "All the women in the world are overshadowed in front of you, My Lady, not to mention a painting-"

Luo Ningcha casually threw a teacup at the handmaid, and due to her many years of practice, the teacup hit her full in the forehead and smashed into pieces, the blood mixing with hot water and tea leaves as it flowed down.