The Imperial Temple, Western Liang
"Your Majesty!" The heavy-duty maids who she had arranged to keep guard of the Imperial concubine chorused and rushed forward as the imperial concubine threw the chamber pot towards her.
Zhao Ronglei's eyes widened and she quickly stepped aside. Her head whipped back as a shard of the porcelain pieces cut her cheeks.
"You!" Her hands quickly went up to her cheeks, and her face darkened as her fingers touched were skin.
"Hold her up!" She instructed bringing her hand away from her cheeks and looking down at her stained hands.
She glared down at the younger woman and rushed forward. Her hand tightened on the three yards of white cloth as the Imperial Concubine tried to struggle out of the heavy-duty maids' tight hold.
The maids' hold tightened as she thrashed around, after the stunt, she pulled with the chamber pot they knew not to lower their guard around her.
