Miss Ming didn't care if the consort was crying for real or just pretending. She showed no emotion on her face. "Consort, instead of wasting time on me, you might as well personally ask Butler Bai. Can't you see that I'm not able to move?"
Her statement wasn't an evasion. Consort Lin glanced at the woman on the bed and nodded slightly. "Alright. Since I've said so to the Madam, this is not an insult to her. Here is a box of excellent healing drugs for your wound, you can try it."
With that, she rose to her feet.
"See off the guest," Miss Ming said impatiently.
Consort Lin paid no attention to her attitude and hurriedly left with her maid.
"Take your things with you," a beautiful woman named Ming coldly declared.
Consort Lin stopped in her tracks. This time she made no attempt to hide the mockery on her face. "This modest gift, I can afford. We are all suffering. If the Madam is worried about using it, feel free to throw it away."