"Miss, please bear with it, they are from the imperial court, we can't afford to provoke them."
"It was he who asked me to make a move. If he's not adept in his art, can he blame me?"
"But you were the one who first said his skills were all show and no substance."
"That's exactly the case. He shows off everywhere with just a semblance of skill, and I shouldn't speak up?"
Chen Jiao grumbled to herself for a while, then called out to the servant outside the door, "Guizi, could you get me two steamed buns from the kitchen?"
The voice outside lowered, "How dare I? If the cook tells the master, wouldn't I be beaten to death by the master? Please bear with it and go hungry for a couple of meals. When you come out, I'll arrange for something delicious to be made for you."
Angry and hungry, Chen Jiao turned over and buried her head in the quilt, muttering sullenly, "Let me starve then, starve to death."
