Saying so, the Palace Maid didn't give Zhang Fengmian any time to react and hurriedly began to wipe him.
It seemed like a mistake had been made, and she was eager to make amends.
The jug of wine she held accidentally spilled on Zhang Fengmian's chest, and in the commotion, the two handkerchiefs were pulled from his chest and lightly fell onto the table.
Like a feather, they landed right over his wine cup.
The red maple leaves on the handkerchief were stained with wine, making the colors more vivid and eye-catching.
The scene caused quite a commotion and attracted the attention of many; at this moment, everyone's gaze fell on the handkerchief.
"The handkerchief of the fourth young master of the Zhang family is interesting, the maple leaves on it match his name!"
"Yes, but the craftsmanship of this handkerchief isn't very good, looks like a beginner's work!"
