Madam Yan's voice was mournful. After a while, she climbed onto the bed with her shoes on and huddled in a corner.
Yan Ruzhuang wiped her tears. "Master, you saw it too. My mother... is always like this. She always gets sick out of nowhere as she speaks."
"Take a step back," Xie Qiao said. Then, she saw a steward who had barged in. She glanced at the steward and saw that he had a worried look on his face. She guessed that this person should be Master Yan.
Perhaps he was too worried about his wife, so he barged in.
"Master Yan is here too? Wait behind me with Young Lady Yan," Xie Qiao said indifferently.
Imperial Censor Yan was stunned for a moment. He wanted to go forward to protect his wife, but seeing Witch Mo's calm face, he hesitated for a moment and then obediently agreed.
How did this witch know that he was the master of the house?
The clothes on his body were obviously simple?
