"Damn it," Jiang Youyao sat down on the chair in dejection, "What should I do now?"
...
The sky gradually darkened.
If there was anyone in the residence who could still come and go freely, it would be Jiang Li. She had just returned from the Ye Family and walked toward Fangfei Garden. Qingfeng and Ming Yue were sitting in the courtyard embroidering embroidered purses. Seeing Jiang Li return, they stood up to greet her.
"Has anything happened in the residence?" Jiang Li asked.
"Baoqin came by and returned the silver and charcoal that the young lady had given to Maternal Aunt Hu for relief," Ming Yue said, "Baoqin has been with Maternal Aunt Hu all her life, and with Maternal Aunt Hu gone, Baoqin no longer has a place to go, so the old madam returned the deed of sale and let Baoqin go home. However, it seems that Baoqin has lost hope and plans to spend the rest of her life in a temple under the ancient Buddha's light." Ming Yue said with a sigh, "She is a pitiable person."
