Turning hostile faster than flipping a book—no complaints there; but threatening to leave, and then refusing to go after a spat, now that's something.
Princess Jing Mountain, clutching her belongings, walked back.
Miss Zhao, worried she might leave, snatched the bundle from her and said as they headed back inside, "You're staying here just fine, how can you just up and leave?"
"If you can't stand my brother, just give him a thrashing."
Saying this, she opened the bundle to pack Princess Jing Mountain's clothes back in the cabinet.
The Princess, sitting there brooding, glanced over and saw a flash of bright yellow fall from Miss Zhao's grasp. Startled, she quickly stood up.
She swiftly snatched the clothes back, stuffed them in the bundle, tied it up in a few quick motions, and threw it into the cabinet, locking it securely.
Her cheeks flushed, her whole face burning as if about to smoke.
She almost lost all face, ah.
