Madam Meng noticed that Bai Ruozhu was somewhat intimidated and couldn't resist bursting into laughter, "I see that you are usually brave. Even when the guards are injured and bleeding, you're not scared. Why are you afraid of making a gift for the Empress Dowager?"
Bai Ruozhu shrank her neck, saying, "I fear that if something goes wrong, I might lose my head."
Madam Meng looked at her in surprise, "Who told you that? Is the Empress Dowager that terrifying? Even in our Danliang Country, there is no such rule that people's head is chopped off arbitrarily."
Bai Ruozhu noted her serious expression, she wasn't joking, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She had watched many ancient dramas before, where dissatisfaction from the masters in the palace often resulted in beheadings. But it turns out that wasn't the reality.
"Ah, I see it's the scare tactic used by the villagers to frighten children." Bai Ruozhu said awkwardly.