Yang Fengyan promised her compliantly, but she didn't think much of it.
She naturally knew her older brother's moral character. The year before last, he raped a b*thcy servant from the Blue Mountain Courtyard, resulting in her death, yet her family actually dared to come demand compensation. In the end, it was her aunt who covered everything up. She reckoned that the grass on the graves of that family of reckless and contemptible paupers had already grown to reach a person's height.
After leaving Willow Court, the more Yang Fengyan thought about the matter, the more resentful she felt, so she simply headed for Crane Garden, wanting to see for herself how amazingly beautiful that b*tchy servant whom the two young masters were fighting over truly was.
---My Lian's section break---
In the Eastern Palace's southern study, the last rays of sunlight shone upon the window frame, illuminating a wintery and ramrod straight figure.
