Amid her mental journey Meng Fuyao proceeded to grab a shovel, but before she could uproot the plants, a crisp shatter filled the air.
Following it was a lady's panicked cry that traveled from the flower pavilion outside of the herb garden.
Meng Fuyao extended her head out and caught sight of a female servant, Qiao Ling, through the flower shade, squatting on the ground and frantically picking up fragmented porcelain pieces. Guo Pingrong was sitting on a chair behind and opposite of King De, berating, "What a stupid girl. Get lost!"
Shivering from fear Qiao Ling quickly retreated. Meng Fuyao sighed noiselessly. Guo Pingrong had been in a jittery mood recently, and it was anyone's bad luck to bump into him. Come to think of it, it was Meng Fuyao who had implicated Qiao Ling.
Qiao Ling discreetly wiped her tears away as she flashed past Meng Fuyao's field of vision. The latter observed her but suddenly stopped in shock.
