The storeroom?
A glint of understanding flashed in Shen Qing's mind. She whipped her head toward the Maid and asked, "The storeroom is usually locked. If she was going there, did she have a key on her?"
The Maid froze for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't think so. Steward Fang is in charge of the key to the kitchen storeroom. Any other servant who needs to get something from there has to find Steward Fang first and get her permission to take the key..."
"No, that's not right."
A steady female voice, tinged with a hint of sorrow, suddenly cut in. As the voice spoke, a neatly dressed woman in her thirties emerged from the crowd. She bowed respectfully to Guo Qingfu and Shen Qing, saying, "This servant greets you, my lady, and you, Lady Yu Xiang.
I am the head steward of the kitchen here. The Steward Fang that young maid just mentioned is me. It's true that I'm in charge of the key to the kitchen storeroom, and normally, others must have my permission before going there.
