Su Qiao rolled her eyes around, then suddenly clutched her head and squatted down on the ground.
"Ow."
Ye Jinghua had been walking leisurely, but he instantly quickened his pace. With a light tap of his foot, he landed in front of her.
Without time to think, he squatted down and gripped her shoulders. His usually cold, vicious black eyes were filled with worry.
"What's wrong?"
Su Qiao looked up pitifully. "My head hurts so badly. My whole body feels weak."
"Hm?"
Wasn't she the one who had just beaten the Imperial Concubine and the palace maids and eunuchs?
Had he seen wrong?
Still, he believed her when she said her head hurt.
Su Qiao pointed furiously at the people whose faces had been beaten black and blue.
"It's all their fault. They're bad people. Not only did they snatch my chicken leg, they even stepped on it and got it dirty. Look, the corpse is still over there."
"..." Ye Jinghua glanced at the chicken leg that had been trampled rather miserably.
'Corpse'? Was that really the right word to use here?
Su Qiao rubbed her painfully hungry stomach. A tear gathered at the corner of her eye, and her eyes reddened.
"This was the one you rewarded me with the day before yesterday. I couldn't bear to eat it, but I never expected these bad people to trample it into this state."
"Boo-hoo-hoo... They're so bad. They even made me crawl between their legs like a dog before they would let me eat the chicken leg."
Thinking of the life the original owner had endured, Su Qiao's fake crying soon became real. Her tears began falling like beads.
She pointed at Consort Li, who looked as though she wanted nothing more than to devour her.
"And this woman!