Shen Mingzhu fainted at the sight of blood.
Qiuju shouted in fright, "Miss?"
After a moment of chaos, Shen Mingzhu's hand received timely bandaging from the Imperial Doctor.
She is now kneeling in the middle of the hall.
The Empress, upon hearing the account from Nanny Rong, looked coldly at Shen Mingzhu, "The Crown Prince was praising your cooking skills before me just yesterday, but it turns out you were lying to me and to the Crown Prince? Do you realize that you are slapping the Crown Prince's face? I had high hopes for you, but now I am only met with disappointment."
"Empress, I have been working hard to learn cooking," Shen Mingzhu sobbed miserably, looking rather pitiful.
"You can't even cut meat properly and you still have the nerve to say you're working hard to learn cooking? How foolish. You're guilty of deceiving your sovereign," the Empress emphasized her tone on the last sentence, detesting deceit more than anything else in her life.