Facing their fierce gazes, Shen Miao didn't know what to do. Since the two of them refused to go out, it didn't matter if they heard it.
On the bed, the woman sat in the corner with a blanket wrapped around her. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hair was messy. Her clothes were even dripping with saliva. Her lips were moving slightly. She stared at the ceiling, muttering something incomprehensible.
"Fifth Miss, as you can see, our Madam is not fully recovered yet. If you disturb her like this, it will only make her condition worse," Xianglan said.
"I'm here to tell Second Aunt something today." Shen Miao smiled. "I think Second Aunt already knows. Second Brother was executed at noon today. His corpse is lying in the coffin and will be buried soon."
