"Don't lie to me," Lady Yuwen interrupted, her voice dropping to a dangerous quiet. "I can see it in your posture, in the way you keep your arm pressed to your side. You have something in your sleeve, and you're trying desperately to hide it."
Ah-Ying's hand twitched involuntarily, betraying her.
Lady Yuwen's eyes narrowed. "I will ask you one more time, and I suggest you answer truthfully. What are you carrying, and where were you taking it?"
The maid's resolve wavered, but loyalty to Yueshuang kept her silent. She pressed her lips together, looking down at the ground.
