"Let's go."
Without another word, Jiang Peihuan entered the house.
Inside, Zhao Fuqing was seated. He jumped up as she came in. "Jiang Peihuan, you dare to..." His sentence was abruptly cut short by a cry of pain.
Before Zhao Fuqing could react, Jiang Peihuan had hit him across the face with her whip.
By this point, Jiang Peihuan had advanced further into the room.
As she walked in, a heavy, metallic smell of blood reached her. She followed the smell with her gaze and saw Jiang Ruyun, unconscious on the bed.
"Eldest Sister, what's happened to Second Sister?"
Jiang Sijin hurried to her side. Seeing the bandages on Jiang Ruyun's head made her eyes red with worry.
Jiang Ruyun's face was as pale as a ghost, the blood stains on her bandages shockingly visible.
"Ye Xiao."
Jiang Peihuan's eyes turned icy as she assessed the situation. At her call, Ye Xiao quickly moved to hold Jiang Ruyun's hand.
