Lady Wen was startled, "What happened to your hand? Get up, haven't I told you not to always kneel? If you have something to say, say it properly, there's no need for kneeling."
Yet, Lin Yueqin refused to get up, insisting on kneeling and crying, "Madam, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you anymore, unable to wash your clothes, cook your meals, or clean your floors. Please just fire me, I've become a useless cripple."
"How could this be? Didn't you say you were going out to buy groceries? Who injured you? Stop crying, I'll stand up for you."
"Thank you, Madam, I always knew you treated me the best."
Lin Yueqin lifted her arm to wipe away her tears, and with utter despair, said, "This was Ye Chuyi's doing, all because I was strict with her, not allowing her to be a mistress for men. She knocked me to the ground and stomped on my fingers until they broke! Madam, I barely made it back alive to see you!"
"What?!"
