Yan Xiaye stood up and took a thin blanket from the side to cover Old Madam Li, listening intently to her grandmother's final instructions.
"Xue'er is a good girl, she will stay here until you recover. If you feel bored at home, it's okay to go out with her for a walk; she won't go to Beicheng to tattle."
...
Outside the door, Li Beicheng and the butler stood facing each other, having waited for a long time.
His brows furrowed, he stared at the thick, finely crafted door, suspicion quietly growing in his heart.
If Yan Xiaye were really foolish and naive, why did Grandmother keep her in the room for so long? What was there to talk about?
Before long, the door opened and Yan Xiaye appeared at the doorway with an expressionless face.
Li Beicheng and the butler both stepped forward, but their words were starkly different.
"Yan Xiaye, you dare to feign madness in front of me, do you no longer wish to live?"
