"Thank you, Your Grace." This time, Miss Ming's voice finally carried a tremble. "I wish that the Prince and Princess Consort will grow old together, a couple full of love."
Lin Ziyin remained silent. She was no fool—the maidservant from Lady Qin's side managed to get into her courtyard. How could a weak woman come this far without the support of anyone?
It was said that this Miss Ming managed all the women in the rear courtyard. If she said she didn't know about this matter, Lin Ziyin would absolutely not believe it.
"The Princess Consort spare us." Outside the room, the maid who got here first was kowtowing and crying desperately.
Lin Ziyin still said nothing.
Since they decided to be pawns of others, why should she be the nice person? Did they really think she was as malleable as dough, with no temper at all?
"What's this?" Suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps outside, followed by the surprised voice of the old lady.