Song Yunzhao looked up at Qin Xiyue and her group. She blinked and, with a look of bewilderment, said, "Miss Qin, your words are too grave for me to bear. I was only thinking about how urgent it was to save them—it was a matter of life and death, after all. I don't even know if the Housekeepers will punish me for ringing the bell."
Hearing Song Yunzhao's worried sigh, Qin Xiyue said, "Miss Song, you needn't worry. We will all speak on your behalf."
Song Yunzhao looked up at Qin Xiyue. She felt that something about those words was off, but for a moment, she couldn't figure out what it was.
Just as she was pondering this, He Lan Yun's voice cut in. "Qin Xiyue, could you be any more fake? Song Yunzhao comes from a humble background and might not be familiar with the palace, but families like ours get to come here for audiences every year. How could you not know that the bell is meant for emergencies? It's been rung, so what? What is there to be afraid of?"
