Daohua didn't dare to sleep too deeply; she only lay in the quilt to relax and let her body rest and recover. By the time it was about to dawn, Daohua curled up inside the quilt and took out some fruit from her space to eat until she was full.
After that, Daohua continued to lie down and rest.
It wasn't until close to noon that there were sounds in the courtyard. Daohua quickly stood up and, just in case, she popped an antidote into her mouth.
"Creak~"
Soon, the door opened, and the person who entered wasn't the young man from yesterday but the burly man who had stuffed cloth into their mouths.
Zhuzi took one look at the untouched meal and sneered, "What's the matter, does the lady of the house not fancy our village food? What a pity, no one is here to serve you. Don't eat, and just wait to starve to death."
Daohua pressed her lips together without speaking, glancing at the outside courtyard, which she had already observed to be empty of people.
