She had been kneeling in the ice and snow for most of the day, her whole body exuded a chill, trembling violently, and her little face was devoid of any color.
She was clearly a mistress, yet her clothes weren't even as thick as a servant's, lacking even a padded jacket. Standing outside in the cold wind in such an outfit, it was no wonder she couldn't stand it!
Qingya's heart tightened at the sight, and she quickly took off her cloak and draped it over Qingmei, "Miss Qingmei, what's happened here? Mr. Lu has gone too far, how could he do this?"
No sooner had she spoken than she heard a languid voice, "Who is that?"
Qingya looked up and saw it was none other than Lu Ziquan, with a strange woman in his arms, no doubt the "capable maid" he had referred to.
There was a charcoal stove lit inside the house, and it was very warm. The moment he stepped out, he shivered and cursed, "This damn winter season, simply unfit to step outside, it'll freeze someone to death!"
