The Old Madam's stance was quite clear.
Su Jin wanting to avoid punishment was simply impossible.
She either had to copy Buddhist scriptures in the Agarwood Pavilion or recite them in the Buddhist Hall to pray for blessings. In any case, something must be done.
No wonder the Old Madam was so adamant.
Princess Nanzhang had suffered a burn on her wrist, and a bit of her hair was singed off—a truly miserable experience.
Even if she were to rush into the palace now to complain to the Emperor about how the Duke Zhen Mansion wrongly scapegoated her and even requested two boxes of Bihun Ointment in her name, so what?
Not when Princess Nanzhang was hurt, could the Emperor punish her or send someone to criticize her?
She wasn't afraid of complaints, thus she had nothing to fear.
Her wrist hurt too much to copy scriptures, but she could still talk, so reciting scriptures should be no problem.
Good.
Very good.
This incident served as a lesson for her.
