After she finished speaking, Consort Rong's palace maid returned to the hall.
Shen Ningning walked over to Ye Shangyi's side.
She squatted down to look at Ye Shangyi, her voice soft and sweet. "See? I told you you'd be punished."
Ye Shangyi still couldn't believe Consort Rong could be so petty.
She frowned, her tone tinged with self-blame.
"This isn't Her Highness's fault. It was my carelessness."
"I lost the dozen or so copies of the scriptures that the Ninth Prince worked so hard to write, praying for the cold disaster to pass quickly."
"His Highness trusted me so much, entrusting all of them to my care, yet I failed his trust."
At this, Ye Shangyi let out a heavy sigh.
Then, she rallied her spirits and urged Shen Ningning, "You should leave the palace. Her Highness surely won't make me kneel for too long. She said it was just to teach me a lesson."
Shen Ningning blinked her long lashes, truly at a loss for how to persuade Ye Shangyi.
