Just as Qing Luan feared, after she had painstakingly washed the clothes in a daze and was shivering as she pulled back the quilt, she was almost choked to death by a strong moldy smell.
The cold, hard and stinky quilt, along with the gloomy light from an oil lamp, added to the bleakness of the room, which was already bare of any furniture.
Qing Yi was combing Su Luo's hair, "She's going to suffocate tonight!"
"Where did you get this quilt from? Make sure you don't suffocate her, we won't be able to explain ourselves!"
"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing! This quilt was moved from Old Ho's vacant house, which has been uninhabited for several years. Its smell might only cause dizziness, certainly not death! She deserves to suffer for accepting this task!"
Qing Luan had never felt that a night can be so long.
She cried several times.
How shameless!
The Crown Princess of Duke of Qi was simply shameless! Where did she put the Empress?
