"Yes." The eunuch took the order and brought people forward to drag the palace maid away to receive her punishment.
"Princess, have mercy, Princess… Imperial Consort, save my life… save me, Imperial Consort…" The palace maid shouted in fear.
But Consort Yu didn't care about the palace maid at all and instead chuckled to An Jing, "That vile maid actually failed to recognize Mount Tai and mistook a Princess for a mere palace maid, which has surely made you the butt of the joke, Princess."
Without waiting for An Jing to speak, Consort Yu laughed again, "Why don't you dress up a bit, Princess? I bet that vile maid didn't even glance at your clothes and just looked at your hair."
At the moment, An Jing's hair was adorned with only a jade hairpin and no other decoration. Consort Yu's words were undoubtedly mocking An Jing for being a farmer's daughter; even after becoming a Princess, she couldn't shed her innate poverty-stricken mannerisms.
