The one who spilled the medicine bottle was a second-class maid from Lin Xiaoyue's courtyard. When she was dragged in front of Lin Xiaoyue by the rough old women, her lips were already trembling with fear, and she was incoherent, "Madam, I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't do it on purpose."
Lin Xiaoyue was in a fit of anger, flames of fury rising to the top of her head.
Mr. Qi had gone to the Northern Border, and she couldn't get in touch with the people of the Yun family. Without the medicine, Amuer was equivalent to losing a layer of protection. What if something happened?
Overcome with rage, Lin Xiaoyue, without a second word, ordered the maid to be dragged out for fifty strokes and sent away to be sold.
Generally speaking, in households with many servants, it was normal for maids to be punished and sold when they made mistakes. Lin Xiaoyue had dealt with a few this way before, but she hadn't expected to stumble in the hands of a little wench this time.
