Lord Zhou had lost his voice, and I was the maid who understood him best.
At a banquet, someone drugged and framed him, leaving him unable to defend himself.
I was about to speak up for him when a screenful of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [Nothing actually happened between the male and female leads, but after they marry, she’ll gradually cure his muteness.]
[Nothing the supporting girl does can compete with a single tear from the heroine.]
[Once that happens, he’ll marry this maid off to his guard for the heroine’s sake.]
Marry me off to his guard?
I shyly fluttered my eyelashes at Qingfeng, who was standing nearby.
A moment later, Zhou Jichuan’s thoughts were roaring through my head: [You little brat!
Is there something wrong with your eyes?
Can’t you see I’m being framed?
Hurry up and tell her off for me!]
