In the capital in the latter half of the night, it was misty.
The cold wind blew against the lanterns under the corridor, and the swaying candlelight illuminated the shadows of the trees.
The warm pavilion was silent.
Su Xiaoxiao pressed her ear to the crack of the door.
Creak—
The door opened from inside.
Su Xiaoxiao staggered and almost fell in. She stabilized herself in time and raised her hand to touch her head handsomely.
"I didn't eavesdrop!" she said seriously before continuing, "Continue."
Wei Ting glanced at her. "I'm done."
Su Xiaoxiao said seriously, "Oh, Matriarch Wei has also rested. I gave her some calming pills. She probably won't be hurt again tonight."
"Let's go." Wei Ting grabbed her wrist through his sleeve and left with her.
Before leaving, Su Xiaoxiao looked into the room and saw a disheveled and thin figure with a pale and bloodless face.
