"My lord! My lord! Please calm down! Xiao Wu only lost her head for a moment —"
However, Lady Wang was baffled by what she saw.
This wasn't what she had in mind!
Feng Wu sat in a chair with one sleeve rolled up to her elbow. Qiuling was crouched down by her side and applying a purple potion to Feng Wu's fair wrist.
The potion was too dark for them to make out the wound, but judging from Feng Wu's teary eyes, it looked rather painful.
Feng Wu wasn't the only one in the room. Her mother and Granny Zhao were also there.
The beautiful lady cried with Feng Wu. Holding Feng Wu's hand, she sobbed, "Xiao Wu… sob… My poor Xiao Wu… why is this happening…"
What… the hell was this?!
Lady Wang was completely at a loss!
What happened to fornication? And what about that man Feng Wu was supposed to be sleeping with? Where was he?!
