"Yes!" The palace maid went to the nearby tea room to make tea.
The evening breeze was gentle, and the willows swayed. The Imperial Garden was bathed in tranquility and peace.
The palace maid brought the tea, poured a cup, and handed it over to Consort Jing with both hands.
Nanny Cai reached out to take it, only to recoil with a hiss, angrily snapped, "You audacious one! Are you trying to scald the Consort to death?!"
"Ah! This servant didn't dare!" The palace maid, frightened, knelt down. The abrupt motion caused tea to spill from the cup, splashing her hands, and instantly turning them a burnt red.
Consort Jing gently said, "Let it be. She didn't do it on purpose and she is young. Give her more instruction. Stand up."
"Thank you Consort! Thank you, Consort!" The palace maid was grateful and stood up shakily.
"Put it down," Consort Jing instructed, looking at the cup of tea in her hands.
"Yes!" The palace maid placed the tea on the stone table.