Even if Xiaohong was foolish, she still sensed Guo Yin's disdain.
She knelt down and earnestly said, "Master, this slave's body has completely healed. Master, I have been with you for over ten years and am loyal to you. Could it be that you think this slave is no better than an old and withered aunt?"
The term "old and withered" was highly inappropriate in this context.
Previously, without comparison, Guo Yin did not find Xiaohong shallow.
She spoke softly, "She is only five years older than you, so why use such words to describe her? Moreover, not once during these days did she speak ill of you!"
Xiaohong's eyes darted around, "That's because her mind is sharp, unlike this slave's sincerity!"
Guo Yin stared at her, "But sometimes, in dealing with people, one must also have sharpness! Especially in this palace, pure sincerity isn't always a good thing."
Xiaohong's face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she wanted to argue.
