The master had asked Shopkeeper Yan to come and persuade Miss Zhao not to take her own life, but looking at the way Shopkeeper Yan was trying to persuade, it was as if he feared Miss Zhao wasn't dying quickly enough.
Just as the little maid was at a loss about what to do, Shopkeeper Yan turned back with a silent smile and glanced at her, saying, "Leave this to me, go and make a new batch of medicine for Miss Zhao."
"Uh... Yes."
The little maid respectfully curtsied and withdrew, her heart chilling with dread, fearing that by the time the medicine was ready, the person would be gone. Heaven and Earth as her witnesses, the sun and the moon her proof, she was not to blame.
The little maid ran from the Asura Field as if on wings, hoping to escape blame when the master or the steward sought accountability.
At that moment, Zhao Xiaomiao, lying on the bed, seemed to have caught her breath, "I won't drink it, so give up hope."