In the Warm Pavilion of the Mingxin Hall, Xiao Rong'er had kept watch all night.
"Madam, have some ginseng soup."
Hong Xiu carried a steaming bowl of ginseng soup and handed it to Xiao Rong'er.
Xiao Rong'er had no appetite and motioned for Hong Xiu to put it down, asking, "Has the body been dealt with?"
"It's been dealt with." Hong Xiu set down the soup, her tone laced with worry. "But, Madam, what if the young master wakes up and tells the Pavilion Master the truth..."
Xiao Rong'er closed her eyes briefly. "A bunch of incompetents. They can't even kill a child!"
Hong Xiu asked, "Madam, should we contact Master?"
The "Master" she mentioned was Xiao Rong'er's biological father, the Sect Leader of the Qianshan Sect.
This time, during Liuying's grand wedding, Sect Leader Xiao was supposed to attend as the grandfather and toast his granddaughter's marriage. But over a year ago, the marriage arrangements for her own nephew had already been set for this April.
