Xie Xun galloped all the way to the Feng Mansion, and by the time he dismounted at the gate, his usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen. His mind was in chaos, his heart pounded erratically, and his body was ice-cold. He dreaded hearing bad news about Fengyu. Clearly, she only needed to make it past midnight to escape the curse of her 18th birthday. Why had things taken such a sudden and grim turn? Both he and Fengyu believed that the curse had long since lost its power. Lately, everything had been calm and uneventful, and with so many capable guards by her side, how could anything have gone wrong? Zhang Lingzheng had practically taken her pulse every three days and assured them she was in fine health.
