You Don't Know Who You're Messing With

Zhao Lifei inhaled deeply to clear her mind. She knew it was pointless arguing against these people.

She decided to focus on Pei Qing who was still sitting on the floor, refusing to get up. "I was trying to fix this situation with the hopes of coming to a solution. But it seems that wasn't your end goal. You wanted to create a scene and now you have one." Her eyes swept over the judging looks of the servants. Did they not have anything better to do than stand here and gossip?

"I don't have time to engage in your damsel-in-distress act. And for the record, you're not getting an Oscar for your horrible performance. It's either you come with me in private so that we can discuss a solution, or you can sit on the floor and cry like a baby. I'm fine with either decision, but don't jump to conclusions and try to slander my name."

She heard the gasp of the servants but brushed it aside.