Xiao Baoxin returned to Rong An Hall, while Lady Yuan went to the west wing. When she arrived, Zhilan walked out with her head lowered and almost bumped into her.
Zhilan was Mother Xie's most prideful maid. To be able to make her lose her composure like this, it was obvious that it was not an ordinary matter.
"Old Furen, please forgive me."
"It's fine," Madam Yuan shook her head."
Zhilan wanted to say something but stopped and looked inside.
Madam Yuan nodded, smiled at her, and slowly walked into the house.
The Second Lady was crying her eyes and nose were red. The Ninth Lady was also clutching her small handkerchief and crying. Mother Xie's face was as gloomy as water. When she saw her come in, she said,
"Third Brother, this scourge, has caused trouble again. Third Brother's wife has found out about it. Now that she's gone to look for him, I've asked the servants to prepare a carriage. Eldest Brother's wife, come with me."
