The Zhang family, candlelight flickering dimly.
In the somewhat gloomy cabin, Li Nanshuang tightly furrowed her brows.
The young girl held a slender silver needle, gently twisting it at the center of Ms. Zhang's brow, black mist seeping out along the needle.
We Zhaodi covered her mouth, struggling to suppress her crying.
Zhang Yunwu, who had been given a sleeping potion, was still deeply asleep in the inner room.
Jiang Shouzhong watched for a while before taking We Zhaodi out of the room. Before he could speak, the woman knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Jiang, I'll bear the blame for this. If it falls on Wu, his life will be ruined."
"And Yue'er?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked with cold eyes.
We Zhaodi's face was filled with misery. "Wu treats her as his own daughter, and with you and Lu looking after her, even without her mother, Yue'er will suffer no harm."
The fire in the furnace had long been extinguished, making the room slightly cold.
