Feng Jiu watched Ke Meng performing the formal kneeling bow, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop. "Since you have nowhere to go," she said, "I shall show you the way."
Hearing this, Ke Meng froze, lifting her head to look at her.
"Mi'er, ink and brush." Feng Jiu turned to Song Mi'er beside her.
"Right away," Song Mi'er replied, scurrying into Yue'er's room to fetch the brush, ink, and paper Mi'er used for her calligraphy practice.
After placing the items on the table, she stepped back to stand nearby, watching Ke Meng kneeling on the floor. She was shocked that someone would deliberately disfigure their own face.
She was truly ruthless toward herself. For a woman to disfigure her face like this showed just how resolute she must have been.
Feng Jiu wrote silently. Those who hadn't approached couldn't see what she wrote, only watching as she sealed it in an envelope, then wrote two sentences on another piece of paper, folded it, and handed it to Ke Meng.
