"My Lady!"
"My Lady!"
It all happened in a flash. From everyone's perspective, just as Noble Consort Rong leaped forward, Noble Lady Gu darted out from below and caught her securely. She moved with such flair, like a handsome, martial arts-trained hero from an opera. Her eyes danced with a faint smile, exuding a carefree spirit. "Were you frightened, sister? It seems this is my fault, then." She looked up. "Hurry and help your Lady rest."
When Jiang Xian wasn't deliberately using a high-pitched, childish voice to annoy the Noble Consort, her tone was much clearer and brighter.
Qiu Yun stepped forward, glaring at Jiang Xian with hatred. She helped up her Lady, whose knees had gone weak with fright, letting her lean against her as she offered soft words of comfort.
After collecting herself, Noble Consort Rong looked at her. "How did you catch me?"
"I'm quick on my feet."
"Then why did you catch me? Weren't you hoping I'd fall in the water and make a fool of myself?"
