The wooden tub was filled with heavy court clothes, and the cold water soaked the fabric. As soon as Shen Qingci put his hand in, it felt piercingly painful from the cold. She gritted her teeth and rubbed the stains on her clothes vigorously. Her fingertips soon became red, swollen and purple, and even blistered. When the palace maids nearby saw this, some gloated, while others expressed sympathy, but no one dared to step forward to help.
"Hey, isn't this Miss Shen? How did she end up doing our laundry?" A bitter voice sounded, and the speaker was the palace maid Chuntao. She was originally a domestic slave of the Shen Mansion. After the fall of the Shen Mansion, she turned to Aunt Li, and now she has some respect in the Huanyi Bureau.
Shen Qingci raised his eyes, glanced at her coldly, and said nothing. Chuntao, however, refused to give in. She stepped forward and kicked over the wooden basin, causing the cold water to splash all over Shen Qingci. "Why don't you say anything? When you were showing off your power in the Shen Mansion, weren't you very impressive? Now you are not just a humble maid like us!"
