Rong Heng had already noticed something was off about this concubine's expression earlier, but he never imagined that someone would dare attempt to assassinate the Princess in broad daylight.
Gu Lan was nearby, and if her reaction had been any slower, Rong Miaoyan would have been splashed by that cup of vitriol oil.
Gu Lan steadied herself, her face slightly contorting before returning to its usual ease.
Her voice lowered slightly, "Miaoyan, are you alright?"
Only then did Rong Miaoyan react, looking at her own skirt with lingering fear. The gold and silver thread embroidered dress, just splashed with two drops of vitriol oil, had corroded into holes.
If not for Gu Lan, those few drops would have landed on her... Rong Miaoyan shuddered, unable to imagine it.
Beside them, the injured Palace Attendant was being washed with clean water by Yan Qing and others. Rong Miaoyan felt a pang in her heart, and forced herself to remain calm, saying, "I'm fine, Gu Lan, what about you?"
