Within the secluded courtyard.
Lady Yongcheng appeared haggard and anxious.
The maid urged her, "Madam, please rest first. The Young Master is blessed with great fortune and will be fine."
Just as she finished speaking, a servant ran in from outside.
He collided with the maid who was serving tea.
The tea cup in the maid's hand crashed to the ground.
The sound reverberated, shattering the cup into pieces.
The maid fell to the ground, her hand reaching for the broken pieces.
"Ah...!"
The scream drew everyone's attention.
The young maid's hand was bright red with blood.
The servant ignored her and quickly approached, saying, "Madam, the Young Master, he, he..."
The servant's face was ashen.
Lady Yongcheng's heart sank to the bottom of the pot, "Feng'er, Feng'er he..."
The servant dared not report.
The maid urged, "Speak up, are you trying to worry Madam to death?"
It wasn't that he didn't want to say.
It was that he dared not say.
