The man was already clumsy with words to begin with, and now that the woman was both scolding and poking him, he was left speechless.
Most importantly, a sharp, piercing pain kept shooting from his chest—this woman in red had such long nails, like tiny knives, scratching red marks all over his chest.
"Princess Consort, please see clearly, this damned servant is deliberately slandering me. You must stand up for me!" The woman in red cried and made a scene.
As long as she could throw their minds into chaos, she'd have a chance to escape.
Xuexue watched this farce coldly, then turned to ask the steward, "Steward, did Miss Sun go out this afternoon?"
Steward: "Reporting to Princess Consort, no!"
In the mansion, whenever anyone left the grounds, they had to register with the steward; the steward had a small notebook specifically to record the list of people entering and leaving each day.
So whoever went out—just by checking with the steward, it would be clear at a glance.
