Banxi pavilion, the laundry room.
The last two months had been hell for Liqiu, it was a miracle that she hadn't fallen sick because of the amount of work she was forced to shoulder.
Manlin was always breathing down her neck, Liqiu was always the last person to be dismissed.
Manlin always passed down her duties to Liqiu.
Liqiu had lost count of how many times she had missed either lunch or dinner. Sometimes she missed both.
The only thing that kept her I'm going was her plan to make Manlin pay. Her plan was already set, all that was remaining was for an opportunity to strike. The opportunity finally presented itself after Weeks of pain.
It was already evening and everyone scrambled to finish their various tasks, the cloth mending maids were bent over the clothes carefully tuning the thread through the clothes. While the maid in charge of washing knelt by their bucket of water.
