A few minutes later, the trembling servant was brought in by the maids.
Madam He specifically instructed the maids to not inform anyone that she was conscious yet. She wanted to deal with the servant in peace.
"You may leave us," Madam He ordered. The maid left, and the room was left with Madam He and the servant who constantly swallowed.
"The drink meant for either the groom or the bride... I was the one who drank it." She started, before snapping her head to look at the kneeling servant. "Care to explain why?"
Her eyes were sharp as she glared at the servant.
The servant's knees trembled against the marble floor, his voice breaking before it even began. "M-Madam, I–I did exactly as you instructed!" He stuttered.
Madam He's eyes sharpened, and even in her weakened state, the chill in her gaze could freeze the air. "Exactly as I instructed?" she repeated, her tone deceptively calm. "Then tell me, how did the glass that was meant for the main table end up in my hand?"
