Maomao ended up being carefully tended as soon as she returned to the Jade Palace.
She was forced, dumbfoundedly, into a change of clothes, and was thrown into a vacant bedroom with a high-cla.s.s futon laid out. Not the narrow room she usually used.
The futon was made from high cla.s.s cotton, a world of difference to the usual bed that was just piled with straw matting.
"My body doesn"t feel strange, and I already drank the antidote."
Truthfully speaking, the antidote was meaningless. It was that sort of poison.
"What are you saying? After that, the cabinet minister who ate it was teeerible. There"s no way that he was fine just after vomiting."
Infa worriedly placed the damp cloth on her forehead.
(What a truly foolish Cabinet Minister.)
He should have vomited out properly as an initial treatment.
Even if she was curious, she couldn"t leave here now, so she decided to close her eyes as there was nothing else she could do.
It was a pointlessly long day.
She woke up before noon, having acc.u.mulated quite a bit of tiredness.
For a maid, this was bad.
After she woke up and changed, she decided to look for Honnyan.
(Before that.)
She returned to her own room to look for the face powder she always used. Though it"s a face powder, it wasn"t the pure white thing that everyone used, rather it was what she always used to make her freckles.
In front of the polished copper mirror, she applied the powder, patting the areas around the tattoo with her fingertips. She particularly coated the top of her nostrils densely.
(I should be going bare faced at this point.)
It was troublesome having to explain it over and over again.
Contrarily, she wondered if she should just hide the freckles, but that in its own way is embarra.s.sing. Probably, she"ll end up with that sort of reaction like the time first walked the woman"s path that is said every time.*
She ate one mooncake from the remaining snacks as she was hungry.
Honnyan was looking after the princess at Consort Gyokuyou"s place.
Seemingly to not take her eyes off the princess who was crawling around, she was moved from the top of the bedsheets so she wouldn"t fall off, using a chair as a handheld for standing practice for support so she doesn"t fall.*
"I sincerely apologise about oversleeping."
She bowed deeply.
"It would have been fine if you took a rest today."
Consort Gyokuyou smacked her cheeks with a troubled expression and tilted her head.
"That cannot do. Please instruct me if there is anything."
She said something like that, but in actual fact, seeing how she normally went about doing her own things, so it would be fine whether there was anything or not.
"Freckles…"
Consort Gyokuyou brought up a topic she really didn"t want her to mention.
"I"m not comfortable with it, so can we leave it like this?"
"You have a point."
She backed down surprisingly easily.
Maomao faced the consort with a dubious face.
"Everyone came close asking who in the world that maid was. It was dreadful."
"I sincerely apologise."
"That face is convenient because it"s not recognisable at a glance."
She had planned to go about peacefully, but it didn"t seem to be the case.
Exactly what went wrong?
"Also, Gaoshun has been here since this morning. He seemed so free he didn"t know what to do, so he"s outside weeding for me."
(Weeding….)
As expected of the diligent man, though she was pretty sure that he was a significantly high official. Surely, there was no doubt that he powerfully seizing the hearts of the other maids.
"May I use the living room?"
"Go ahead. We’ll get him at once."
Consort Gyokuyou took the princess from Honnyan.
Honnyan left the room to call Gaoshun.
It would have been faster if she went herself, but Consort Gyokuyou stayed her hand. And so she moved to the living room.
"This is from Jis.h.i.+n-sama."
Gaoshun hurriedly greeted her as soon as he arrived and placed the cloth bundle onto the table.
She opened the silver container. Inside was the soup that was served.
Originally, it wasn"t for Maomao. It was supposed to be Consort Gyokuyou"s food.
She refused yesterday, but in the end, they politely bought it over for her. It was for reliability as well as they wanted her to check for something.*
"Please don"t eat it."
"I won"t eat it."
(Silver corrodes severely, after all)
Gaoshun probably didn"t know the other reason why she wasn"t eating it.
He looked at her in doubt.
Maomao held the container, taking care to not make directly touch it, and stared at it with narrowed eyes.
Not the contents of the container, but the container itself.
"Did you hold this with your bare hands?"
"No. I only mixed the potentially poisoned contents with a spoon."
He was against touching poisonous things, so to not touch it, he wrapped it up with a cloth.
Hearing that, Maomao"s lips curved.
"I see. Please wait a second."
Maomao left the living room and went to the kitchen.
She took out something with a rustle.
Next, she went to the bedroom she slept in just then.
She bowed her head at the high-cla.s.s mattress, and unravelled the seams of the cloth, returning to the living room with its contents.
What she bought in was white powder and soft-looking cotton.
Maomao rolled the cotton into a ball and added the powder.
She patted the silver container down with it.
Property of © Fantasy-Books.live; outside of it, it is stolen.Gaoshun tilted his head, peering close.
"Well."
Traces of powder remained in the container.
"These are touch marks of human hands."
Fingers break out in oil easily and so leave marks on metals on contact.
It was much more for the severely corrosive silver tableware.
There was a time, in the past, where her dad stained the containers that Maomao wasn"t allowed to touch as a prevention against her pranks.
Using that as reference, it went surprisingly well when she tried out on a whim. The finer the grains of the powder were, the more clearly you can see.
"You must wipe it with a cloth before you use silver utensils. It"s pointless if there"s tarnish on it."
There were several fingerprints on the tableware.
She could make many guesses on how it was held based on just the finger sizes and location.
(As I though, even the markings can be read out.)
"The one who held the container…"
She realised she made the mistake of starting to speak.
That didn"t escape Gaoshun.
"Did something happen?"
"No."
There is no meaning to badly keep a secret.
It couldn"t be helped that yesterday"s trick became pointless.
"It should be four people in total, who touched this container."
She pointed at the white prints, not touching it with her finger.
"As your fingers don"t touch the utensils when you polish it, it would be the one who served the soup, the one who set the table, and the Virtuous Consort"s poison taster plus one other person."
Gaoshun raised his fearless face to look at Maomao.
"Why did the poison taster do that?"
If possible, she wanted to through with it peacefully.
That was dependent on the looks of this reticent man.
"It"s simple."
Maomao set down the container.
A bitter expression ran across her face.
"Bullying."
T/N: *needs fixing.