Wang Yingluo tucked the pendant away, slipping it into her clothing.
As she turned her head to look at the maid, Fu Rong, lying on the ground, she contemplated whether to reveal her abilities just as Eunuch Li had done, to intimidate the other party into willingly serving her.
However, compared to Eunuch Li, a mere palace maid was not of much use.
She needed only one maid—loyal, capable, and able to do her bidding.
Though revealing her abilities would certainly instil fear and respect, deterring betrayal, the more people who knew, the less of a secret it would remain.
Staring at the expressionless maid, she suddenly felt something was amiss but couldn't put her finger on it.
Wang Yingluo narrowed her eyes and stood up.
Fu Rong's fist was clenched tightly in her sleeve, her palm drenched with sweat.
"Ah—"
