After a long while, a maid stepped out from the hall, one from Madam's side. She tore open her throat and shouted down to Qu Tan'er, "Madam is asking, Fourth Miss, have you thought it through?"
"Master, they are asking questions inside," Jing Xin tugged at Qu Tan'er's clothing, reminding her.
"I heard it, but it's not calling me." Fourth Miss? They really don't think of her as the Eighth Princess Consort anymore, huh.
Humph! This wench, asking so arrogantly. She really thinks she's the master, doesn't she?
That saying really isn't wrong. What kind of master you have, that's what kind of servants you get.
"Madam is asking questions," a certain maid again shouted at the top of her lungs.
But…
No one paid any attention.
"Are you deaf or dumb? I'm asking you a question, why are you not answering?" Madam came out, pointed at Qu Tan'er, and started to curse, blatantly and directly.