Chan'er followed Nanny to the tea-making area.
The Imperial Guards shadowed their every step, their gazes closely tracking the two women's slightest movements.
Nanny glared fiercely at Chan'er and spoke in a shrill, sarcastic tone, "Lady Chan'er, you had better brew this tea yourself. Old slave wouldn't dare make tea for Noble Consort Zhao; if anything were to go wrong, old slave could never bear the responsibility."
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