Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 436 Not even a court lady will be spared 1
Cang Mo also disregarded her image too much, to treat her like this in public.

Oh, isn't he such a person?

After finally waiting for the red tide on her face to subside, Qiu Yishui turned around and headed towards Fengyi Palace.

Cang Mo left some of the attendants to serve her, and when she got to the lakeside, they silently followed behind her.

This time, he should not be watching her and restraining her, but really wanting someone to serve her.

She would rather not have this kind of service, she wants to live freely.When you turn around, you have to tell Cang Mo not to send anyone to follow her in the future.

After walking not far along the lake, I suddenly heard a noise coming from the front.

The uproar came from the other side of the lake, and you had to turn a corner to see it.

Qiu Yishui looked in that direction suspiciously and stopped.

She didn't want to cause trouble in the palace, so she considered whether to go back by another route.

Not without surprise in my heart, the rules in the palace are very strict, how can people be allowed to make such a noise?

A father-in-law behind him took a few steps forward and asked her for instructions.

"Your Majesty, the slave should go ahead and find out about the situation."

"Yes, that's fine." Qiu Yishui nodded in agreement.

The man went forward.

After a while, he turned around with a pale face and reported to Qiu Yishui.

"Your Majesty, in the lake ahead, a court lady slipped and fell into the water, and she is already gone. Your Majesty, you should go back by another way, so as not to get in trouble."

Qiu Yishui couldn't help feeling sorry for the maid.

The maids in the palace are basically in their young age, so it is a pity that they drowned at such a young age.

He replied, "Okay, let's take a detour."

She didn't intend to join in the fun, and at this moment, she didn't want to disturb the people by the lake, and she didn't care about bad luck or anything.

He asked casually: "Which palace is it a maid? How old are you?"

The father-in-law who inquired about the situation replied: "Master, the maid is fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looks like a court lady from an embroidery workshop, but she doesn't know her name."

(Good night)
(End of this chapter)