"..."
Whatever they said next, Qinghe had stopped paying attention. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her heart in upheaval—as if some ill omen lingered in the air. Her premonitions always stemmed from a keen sense of danger; at this moment, with her heart pounding erratically, she was severely agitated. She felt as if she was overlooking something crucial, that the situation was entirely different from what she had anticipated.
Her delicate lips, bitten unconsciously by Qinghe, turned ghastly white until she felt pain and came to her senses. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and from what those women had said, she could be certain they were speaking of Weisheng Yueren. Because of the Lifespan Plaque, she had been convinced that Weisheng Yueren was unharmed, feigning ignorance. However, a thought flashed through her mind, pointing her to the crux of the problem and what she had continuously overlooked.
