"Do you know why the young mistress was poisoned?" Xiang Yimo asked stiffly, looking at Xiaobing with no expression, scaring the little girl.
"I-I don't know either, young master. Why would the young mistress be poisoned?"
"In Jingxiang Pavilion, apart from Lingling and me, you are the only servant. You're also the only one who frequently tidies up our bedroom. I've investigated and found that someone tampered with Lingling's pillow, causing her face to turn out like this! It was you who poisoned Lingling, right? Where's the antidote?" Xiang Yimo's words grew more intense.
Frightened, Xiaobing's eyes turned red with fear from Xiang Yimo's accusations, too scared even to cry, holding back with all her might.
She fell to her knees with a thud. "Young master, I don't know what you're talking about? I treat the young mistress like my own sister. How could I harm her? This is an injustice, young master, it's an injustice!"
