C672 The Older I Get the More Things I Have to Do!

Wen Ruoxuan sat on the chaise lounge, sensing something amiss. Her eyes slowly drifted upward, catching Hua Fuliu in the act.

Bang—

The ointment jar was tossed onto the low table by Wen Ruoxuan, bouncing slightly. Caught off guard, Hua Fuliu was called out by the Consort, "Speak!"

Hua Fuliu composed herself, "In response, Your Grace