At this moment, Duan Lan didn't have the leisure time like Ji Xinhe and Mu Houchu to enjoy dinner peacefully.
As dusk settled and darkness approached, the originally gloomy Duan Mansion was now enveloped in an ominous atmosphere.
Even the lit candles seemed to be extremely cautious.
In the courtyard, Li Junyan was still kneeling on the blue stone slab, her thin clothes already soaked by the dew, shivering in the cold autumn wind.
No matter if it was the servants in the courtyard or in the rooms, they were all silent, hanging their heads low, not even daring to breathe, because they knew that their real master was enraged at that moment.
Duan Lan was sitting in the dark study, with no servants daring to disturb him, let alone light a candle for him as the sky grew darker.
Finally, Qingyun couldn't help but enter the room with a candle holder. The faint candlelight barely lit the room, revealing Duan Lan's pale and flushed face.
