Jiang Cangyue lowered her gaze as she followed behind him; naturally, it was not appropriate for a maidservant to speak out at a moment like this.
On the ground, Matron Zhan clutched her fractured wrist, the wrinkles on her face trembling uncontrollably, her lips shivering.
A pool of bright red blood already stained the ground, a shocking sight to behold!
Chapter 93