Lady Zhang’s hair was stained with a few tea leaves, her undergarments were soaking wet, her face was flushed with burns, and a few small blisters appeared sporadically. Looking quite embarrassed, she glanced at the situation in the room with indignation and exclaimed furiously, "Where is the doctor you mentioned? Where is he?"

The steward was pitiful, bowing his head and saying miserably, "The doctor was just here."

The madam’s voice shot up by dozens of decibels: "You dog servant, just making things up, where is he? Where is he?"

The steward grimaced and said, "Madam, it’s true, this servant didn’t lie to you."

Then, the steward glanced at the maid beside Lady Zhang and said, "Madam doesn’t believe me, you can ask your personal maid, this servant really didn’t lie."

Lady Zhang glanced at her personal maid next to her and asked, "Is what the steward said true? Did I really do something out of line just now?"

The maid glanced at the steward, appearing quite afraid of him, and remained silent.

Lady Zhang was puzzled and asked again, "What’s the matter? I’m asking you, are you deaf?"

The maid hung her head, looking as if she were about to cry: "This maid doesn’t dare to speak."

Lady Zhang: "I will stand up for you, what are you afraid to say? Whatever it is, just speak, just tell me if the steward is telling the truth or not."

The maid seemed to muster some courage, took a deep breath, and said, "Madam, the steward lied to you, nothing really happened just now, madam was just overly sad, a bit confused."

Upon hearing these words, the steward could hardly believe his ears, why would the maid frame him?

"You foul girl, how can you spout lies with your eyes wide open? If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll skin you!" The steward pointed at the maid and couldn’t help but curse loudly.

The maid seemed very frightened, hiding completely behind Lady Zhang.

Lady Zhang couldn’t help but shout sharply, "Steward, you have quite some nerve, threatening my maid right in front of me? Skin her? Whose skin do you want to peel?"

The steward immediately deflated, saying weakly, "Madam, this servant didn’t threaten her, she lied to frame this servant. Madam really clung to the doctor’s leg and wouldn’t let go, and this servant had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

Lady Zhang did not believe him at all, glaring at the steward, saying, "Steward, what’s your intention exactly? Why do you insist on framing me to have a relationship with the doctor?"

The maid cautiously peered out from behind Lady Zhang, agreeing, "Right, steward, what’s your intention? Taking advantage of Madam being overly sad and not clear-headed to frame her with another man, your heart is too black."

The steward was infuriated by the maid, never expecting this seemingly meek maid to stab him in the back at such a critical moment.

The steward fumed with rage, "You... you... you...!"

Lady Zhang glanced at him and said coldly, "What? Do you want to hit someone right in front of me?"

The steward deflated immediately, speaking softly, "Madam misunderstood, I wouldn’t dare."

Lady Zhang looked at her drenched self, her head burning painfully. Fortunately, the teapot was small and could only hold a few cups of tea, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable, potentially disfiguring her.

Thinking of those potential consequences frightened Lady Zhang a bit, she pointed at the steward and shouted angrily, "Get out, immediately get out, I don’t want to see you again."

The steward was a bit stunned, what does Madam mean? Does she mean not letting him be the steward anymore? Thus, he asked cautiously, "Madam...".