The little maid was called in and, seeing the Marquis inside, didn't dare to lift her head, feeling uneasy.
Qin Yuan asked, "Is Treasure Bead alright? Was she beaten badly?"
The little maid said softly, "Seventh Miss said if the Madam asks, just say the Old Madam scolded fiercely and the beating wasn't light, but not too severe either. If the Madam feels sorry for her, she could share some of the ointment the Marquis used the last time he was hit."
Gu Jinghui coldly interrupted, "She knows everything, doesn't she?"
Qin Yuan chuckled and glared at him, saying, "Your mistress knows quality items; this ointment is so good that even the Marquis praises it. Compared to the ointments from the army, they can't compete. It's a recipe handed down through generations from Renhe Hall, and there's only half a jar left."
As she spoke, she instructed Mo Zhu to go inside and find the ointment for the little maid.
