Steward Zhao looked at the maid and said, "I won't argue with a person who is about to die."
The maid retorted, "Steward Zhao, what do you mean? Even if I was the one in the wrong, you don't have to make it sound so ugly, right?"
"Miss Xiao, are you sure that she is your maid and not the other way around? What happened today will definitely reach Lord Xiao's ears. With his style of doing things, the chances of this maid surviving are zero, so I won't argue with her. Also, let me remind you, Miss Xiao. A small maid actually knows that I am the steward of the Purple Cloud Tower on her first visit. Don't you find it strange? Forget about a maid, even the high officials and nobles in the court might not recognize me."
Xiao Keyi now had serious doubts about her maid. She questioned her solemnly, "Chuntao, why did you bring me here?"
