The old nurse let out a shrill scream; as she reached up, her hands came back covered in blood—Mi Yao had indeed struck with ferocity.
The bowl shattered, and Mi Yao immediately grabbed a piece of the broken bowl. She pressed the shard against her delicate neck, "Get out, or if you dare come any closer, I'll kill myself this instant! Your master is so fond of me, he's gone to great lengths to have me. If you get me killed, guess whether you'll live to see tomorrow."
The old nurse pondered upon this and, quite obviously, Mi Yao's words frightened her.
"Miss, you are merely struggling in vain. This will only add to your suffering. The young master is determined to get rid of your child. If I can't do it, there are other measures. Just wait for your punishment!"
The old nurse left.
…
With the threat temporarily gone, Mi Yao quickly leant over the edge of the bed and stuck her fingers down her throat, trying to force out all of the soup medicine she had ingested.
