1845 Becoming A Servant 2 (1/2)

The lady in blue screamed out loud in pain; involuntarily releasing her grip of the golden ruler. Coincidentally, the ruler dropped and hit her hand.

The sharp edge of the ruler cut through the flesh on the back on her hand, seemingly severer than the injury that Long Siye had suffered. Blood streamed down.

Gu Xijiu moved very swiftly, so the lady in blue could not see her coming at all. When she finally got a grasp of what was happening, a small bottle of medicine hit her on her head. ”Use this. It is better than the one you have.”

Bewildered, the lady tried to consume the medicine with fumbling efforts. She could feel the pain on her face where the bottle had hit. The back of her hand hurt too.

The lady had never been treated that way before, so she paused in disbelief. Soon, she started to complain and threw the bottle back at Gu Xijiu. ”How dare you! Where did this rude woman come from? How dare you attack me! This is outrageous! Outrageous!”

Before she was done with her complaints, a figure flashed before her eyes. She stood, transfixed, unable to see.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Three crisp slaps could be heard on her face, stopping her from clamoring any further. She was obviously baffled. She took a few quick steps backward and looked at Gu Xijiu in disbelief. ”You… You…”

The three slaps were enough to cause her to have a bloody nose. Her cheeks were ashen and swollen. Gu Xijiu stood upright in her black attire that fluttered in the wind. ”I am teaching you a lesson for your arrogance and impoliteness,” Gu Xijiu answered with a cold tone.

She waved the bottle in her hand. ”I see that you have refused my kind offer. I hope you will not regret it.” Swiftly, she kept the bottle back in her sleeve.

”Who do you think you are? You are not entitled to teach my servants!” An authoritative voice could be heard coming from the carriage. A lady in a purple robe emerged from behind the curtains.

The color of her robes was in pale purple. The lady was exquisite, but with an attitude of conceit. By the looks of her poise, she seemed like a royalty. As soon as the lady emerged, all the men in white kneeled and bowed before her. ”Princess Ya.”