Xiang Ying twisted her head to look at the Chief Palace Maid, who immediately took a step back, her heart fraught with guilt.
"I've yet to inform the Commandery Princess of this joyous news."
"Joyous news? Would you even want it if it was given to you?" said Xiang Ying. The Chief Palace Maid hurriedly waved her hands, insisting she wouldn't dare.
She then turned her gaze toward Lu Feiyi: "Are you going to tell the Empress, or should I go to her myself? If she doesn't abandon this idea, one of us will die—either her or you."
Xiang Ying's frame was slender but far from weak. She stood clear and bright against the cold wind, her cheeks blushed pink from the chill, yet her expression was all defiance with not a hint of retreat.
Such bold words were something only she would dare to utter within the entire palace.
Lu Feiyi descended the steps: "Xiang Ying, don't be hasty. There are some things I need to discuss with you alone."
