Zhao Lingxiang scurried along with quick, short steps, her heart fluttering with both excitement and fear. If the master could dote on her once more, she would be able to escape her current plight and no longer have to grovel before the mistress, where she was treated as less than a favored maid. Yet the young servant had just mentioned that the master was in a considerable rage, and she feared provoking his anger again, lest she be sold off, which would leave her worse off than she was now.
However anxious she felt, upon approaching the Wei master, Zhao Lingxiang timidly performed her greetings, "I've seen the master."