The smell of blood... it somewhat resembles the scent when she just slaughtered a chicken.
But how could the Young Madam, such a noble person, possibly have any blood on her?
She must have smelled it wrong.
"I'm not hungry, just bring up a cup of hot milk. You should go to bed early after finishing your work," Aurelia Shaw said, then went upstairs.
Madam Rong smiled as she watched her back, thinking: The Young Madam is truly kind.
She had worked as a servant in many households, but none were like the Young Madam, who treated them without the least bit of condescension.
She seemed quite aloof, but Madam Rong could feel that the Young Madam had a good heart, something innate that couldn't change.
Aurelia Shaw returned to the room to change clothes, as her current outfit was splattered with blood. Although the black fabric masked it, the pungent blood scent was unpleasant and easily noticeable.
