Du Zhuo ultimately couldn't bear it and signaled the household general to step forward and assist Du Yi with his wounds.
Du Yi gradually regained his senses, feeling the pain in his abdomen grow more intense, his face paling like paper.
Du Zhuo had no intention of letting Du Yi rest, coldly staring at him and asking, "Who is she? Why are you with her so late?"
Miss Lin, her soul half lost, shrank dumbfoundedly in the corner.
Du Yi hadn't made up his mind about whether to speak. The servant attending him was dragged over, having endured punishment and a broken leg, he lay sprawled on the ground. Upon seeing Du Zhuo, he confessed everything, "Report to the master, that is the Third Young Master's concubine, the wool business here has all been entrusted to Aunt Lin by the Third Young Master."
