Madam Zhao sneered, "Why don't you show me one example? Just now, I don't know who it was, but someone was kneeling so happily in the main room."
Maid Fang's face turned slightly red, and after holding back for a moment, she laughed back coldly, "So what if I knelt? She is the Main Consort, our mistress. We are just servants. It doesn't matter if we kneel once or every day; I am willing."
"Then go and kneel to serve her."
"You think I don't dare? Kneeling to the mistress is better than following you around!"
Maid Fang turned and walked away, her sleeve swinging.
Madam Zhao rolled her eyes and, after sitting and thinking for a while, said to the maid beside her, "Speaking of which, why didn't Ms. Li go to the Main Court to kowtow today?"
