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"Hide in your room, I'll go take a look."
Hearing the commotion from the entrance, You Jinhua's expression changed. Her previously timid face was momentarily overtaken by fear, replaced quickly by determination.
Women are inherently gentle, but as mothers, they become strong.
"Mother, I'll go with you!" Zhao Pan hurried, anxious.
The incident of Zhang Changji forcing his way in was not long past; how could she rest easy letting her mother go alone while she hid behind?
With that, Zhao Pan didn't wait for a response, hastily throwing on her clothes without even fastening them properly.
She retrieved a delicate dagger from beneath the blankets, took her mother's hand, and rushed toward the door.
However, when the mother and daughter arrived in the front courtyard, they were taken aback.
All they saw were the Zhao family's maidservants, house servants, and gatekeepers crowding the front, gossiping as if something major had occurred.
