“Your Grace, don’t be mad. She’s just a little maid. And she has already taken out the best tea of our mansion to serve you. If you are dissatisfied, it must be my fault.” Su Muge glanced at the maid who was kneeling on the ground. “Go out.”

“Thank you, the eldest Miss.”

Infanta Ceylon narrowed her eyes coldly. “I’m instructing a maid. How dare you interrupt me?!”

Su Muge lowered her eyes. “Your Grace, if you teach your own ...