Just as she reached the door of Hongxia’s room, she saw servants carrying basin after basin of bright, bloody water out of the house.
Yongjia felt her eyelid twitching violently, and an inexplicable sense of dread rose in her heart.
Qi Xiuyu stood under the corridor with his back to her. Beside him, servants were holding Ping’an, who was kneeling on the ground. A large footprint was clearly visible on the man’s chest, and half of his face was already swollen and disfigured.
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