Chunzhu had been tied up all night with her mouth blocked. She had already turned pale and looked very miserable.

"What the hell is that? Do you know cloves?"

Clove hesitated and said, "I don't know the maidservant. Anyway, it's not a good thing. It's like a harmful medicine."

Xiaohua's face darkened all at once.

Good, good!

The means are not clever enough, but all the things used are of high standard. What kind of medicine can be buried in the soil and harm people?! If Qiao had these things in her last life, Xiaohua might not know how she died in her last life.

She was suddenly agitated, speechless.

"Madam, what do you think of this spring bamboo?"

Hearing this, Chunzhu cried for mercy, "madam, please forgive me. I'm just fascinated for a moment. I really don't know this thing is harmful. If I knew it, I would never do such a thing. She took my family as a threat... My parents are old, and my brother is only a few years old..."

Xiaohua ignored Chunzhu's cry and asked lilac, "how do you deal with this in the general house?"

"Madam, there are two ways to deal with a slave like this. One is to drag him out and kill him directly, and the other is to hand him over to the discipline secretary."

Seeing Xiaohua's face puzzled, clove said: "the discipline secretary is not only training the palace people who have just entered the house, but also dealing with the palace people who have violated the rules. You can rest assured that giving it to the discipline secretary will never be better than killing it directly. Killing it is all done. It's difficult to die if you enter the discipline secretary."

Clove's expression and tone are very plain, but what she says makes people feel chilly. Let alone Chunzhu, who was paralyzed on the ground, trembled with fear, and even several other small palace people turned white with fear.

"Madam, please forgive me. I will never dare again..."

She spared her. Who will let her go?

Xiaohua looked at the very poor spring bamboo on the ground and looked away.

"Really dare not?"

Chunzhu seems to see some hope from Xiaohua's attitude and kneels on the ground and kowtows hard.

"Madam, I really don't dare. I'm just fascinated for a while. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

After a few knocks, Chunzhu's head is bruised. It can be seen that it is hard.

"Lilac, can you write?"

Lilac was stunned. "Yes, madam."

"Write down what she has done and let her sign. Look at its performance and talk about it later."