Ji Yan tossed aside the other half of the broken sword. All the color drained from her face, her eyes filled with terror and indignation.
"I will remember what happened today!"
Ji Yan spat out the threat through gritted teeth, then turned and fled in a panic like a beaten dog.
Her steps were frantic as she stumbled out of the courtyard, oblivious to her hair coming undone and her hairpins scattering along the path.
Her maid, Chun Cui, who had been observing from the side, saw her mistress's pathetic state and didn't dare to linger a second longer.
She shot a terrified glance at Ji Xiaosong and Zixi, gave a trembling curtsy, and scurried after Ji Yan.
As for the servants Ji Yan had brought along to back her up, they could only stare at each other in dismay, their eyes full of fear.
The crowd scattered in an instant, each person finding an excuse to slip away. The once noisy and chaotic courtyard fell silent, leaving only a mess behind.
