As the old matron spoke, she reached out to shove the woman lying on the ground.
At the sight, the crowd erupted:
"Even now, the person on the ground hasn't moved a muscle.
Yet this old hag still says she's pretending.
Can't she see that the Heir's Consort's face is covered in blood?"
"Exactly! Instead of hurrying to save her, she's standing here slandering her. What a vicious servant!"
"Could this vile servant really have killed her?"
"She's even trying to shove her. Does she think the woman on the ground isn't dying fast enough?"
"Just look at this vile servant's attitude, and you can tell how hard life must be for this Heir's Consort at home. Even a servant can climb onto her head and lord it over her!"
"This turns the whole order of heaven upside down! How dare a mere servant lay hands on her mistress!
Someone like that should be executed outright!"
"Why is a servant so brazen? Because the marchioness is backing her, of course."
"Exactly. I've seen mothers-in-law torment their daughters-in-law, but never one who goes for the kill like this!"
"And they call themselves a noble household?
Pah!"
The old matron's expression grew even uglier as she listened to the crowd.
At that moment, she had no attention to spare for scolding the commoners. All she wanted was to find out whether the woman on the ground was dead.
The old matron crouched down and reached out with a trembling hand to check the woman's breathing.
Just as her hand was about to reach beneath the woman's nose, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and seized her wrist.
Seeing that the woman before her was still alive, the old matron shook off her hand, then scowled and snapped:
"Heir's Consort, don't think