Hong Ye looked as if she was hating iron for not becoming steel.
The maids and nannies hung their heads low, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing Hong Ye like this, Gu Jinghui found it somewhat amusing.
This personal maid of his young wife truly took advantage of the fox exploiting the tiger's might to the fullest.
He stopped and stood outside the crowd, watching what they were up to.
Hong Ye then said, "Hong Mian, you go ahead and tell us, did you remember it clearly this time?"
A quick-witted little maid responded and stepped forward, picking up the herbs from the straw mat, and started explaining, though a bit stammeringly.
Gu Jinghui grew somewhat anxious listening to her.
It took quite a while before she finished speaking.
Hong Ye nodded.
Then came the next one.
Wherever there was a mistake, Hong Ye immediately called out to stop and provided corrections.
One by one, they recited, and Gu Jinghui also noted it all down.
