"Young Madam..." Clearly, Xia Qingqian knew she was no match for the First Madam. With tears streaming down her face, she wanted to say something but was already being pushed onto the boat by the First Madam.
Xia Qingqian knelt on the deck, looking at the First Madam who stood on the shore. She was leaving in such confusion, not knowing when she would see her child again.
Beitang Huan, who had entered the wooden house, heard the sound of the ship's whistle and hurried out, rushing to the First Madam. Staring at the ship that was moving farther away, she asked, "Aunt, how could you let her leave? How could you let the murderer of my mother leave here?"
