"Shut up!" Second Madam Pei glared at him viciously. "My daughter has already ended up like that, what else do I have to lose? Go! Do it while the night is deep and no one is watching."
The old servant stumbled toward the ancestral hall, his heart churning with unease.
Early the next morning, despite an injured arm, Caiyi insisted on helping Wei Qinglv with her hair and makeup. Wei Qinglv took the comb from her. "You go rest. That wound hasn't fully healed yet."
Chapter 77