The room was left with only Lady Dou facing a table of leftover, cold food.
It was said to be a table, but it was actually a small, broken table about the size of a basket.
The dishes were cold, with a layer of congealed oil floating on top, and everything imaginable in the ingredients, like the leftovers pieced together.
The soup was also insipid, yet a film of oil still floated on its surface.
Calling it soup was a stretch; it was more like dishwater.
Is this drinkable? Is this meal edible?
Even for ordinary people, it could be consumed.
But for Lady Dou, accustomed to a luxurious life, it was entirely unswallowable.
"That wretched Lan Xiang, she ran away after just a slap."
"Lan Rui is nowhere to be seen either."
She's left all by herself, who could she order around?
The more Lady Dou thought about it, the more wronged she felt and burst into tears, lying on the table.
At that moment, Consort Zheng Pin and Consort Yun Pin walked in, hand in hand.
"Oh my!"
