"Take care of Concubine Yan, bring her to a room to rest." Feng Zhiwei calmly walked over to the door and called out to the servant girls the Yan Family had sent. "Concubine Yan lost control in her joy, and none of you should imitate her. If anything happened to the honored concubine, it will be on your heads."
The servant girls had long since been listening at the door, and they had just begun to celebrate at the favor their young madam received from the prince when this bucket of freezing water fell on their heads. They could all only quiver silently and nod.
The servant departed and all of Feng Zhiwei's exhaustion rushed out of her bones. Just as she was sighing and turning to leave, arms reached out and pulled her into an embrace.