Su Qingli knelt in the middle of the hall where Prime Minister Su's birthday banquet was held, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Not out of fear, but out of hate.
The plain skirt spreads against the cold floor tiles, like a flower that has been stepped into the mud.
She lowered her head, and the edge of the tea cup she served had some cracks - Xiao Tao accidentally knocked it yesterday.
But it is this subtle flaw that has become evidence of "disrespect" in the eyes of everyone today.
"One hundred and three times." She counted silently in her mind, and the corners of her lips moved almost imperceptibly.
One hundred and three times, on her father's birthday, when the family worshiped ancestors, or when distinguished guests came to visit, the concubine Su Qingli had to be the first to salute and kneel down to serve tea to show her humility.
