Butler Ji could not help but marvel about this. He knew these servants. Although they never said anything outright, they looked down on the ninth young mistress in their hearts. Why were these guards so attentive now? How strange!
Yun Chujiu straightened her petite body, and she waved her hand. "Alright, you two did well. Go to the back."
"Yes, milady!" The two guards stepped back happily. 'Looks like the ninth young mistress was very pleased with their performance. We might get even more money from her later.'
Four servants carried a soft couch, and there Bai Morou laid, like a dead fish. When she saw Yun Chujiu come out, she started shouting shrilly, "Yun Chujiu! You bastard! Pass me the antidote now, or I'll have my brother kill you!"
