Gu Jinghui truly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
In the past, upon hearing such words, he would immediately go to check on the two children, putting everything else aside.
Now, he felt as if Bai Que's sweet words were weaving a large web, ready to entangle him tightly if he wasn't careful.
Bai Que lowered her eyes, her slender and lean neck slightly bowed, waiting for the Marquis to speak.
In desperation, she used her trump card.
Whenever she used this trump card, it would immediately take effect.
The Marquis would promptly inquire about the twins.
She would not report Lady Zhao's feigning illness, naturally letting this matter slide.
"Bai Que, you may leave, and pick up the package of newly arrived Longjing tea."
The cold-eyed Old Madam Gu spoke.
Her heart was also chilling, fearing that this maid could not be kept in the future.
