All attention slowly gathered around three people...Yue Yue, Lin En, and the lackey girl Mei Lian. The other females formed a circle, whispering among themselves, but no one dared to step forward.
Soon, several temple attendants arrived, their robes brushing softly across the floor.
Among them was the same male servant who had earlier escorted Yue Yue into the palace.
His name was Wei Han, and the moment his eyes landed on her, his scalp tingled with dread.
Earlier, he had thought she was a gentle, quiet girl, soft as a flower petal, but now he remembered her sharp tongue and quick wit. He suddenly felt that his peaceful days inside the temple might be ending very soon.
Still, he kept a respectful tone and bowed slightly.
"Honored females, what has happened here? Is someone dissatisfied with anything?" he asked carefully.
Yue Yue lifted Lin En's arm, and a faint smear of blood stained her fingertips. Her expression was calm, but her voice carried a cold weight as she spoke.
