When the news reached the West Courtyard, Leng Qingqiu was sunbathing on a chaise longue beneath a large tree. Golden light dappled her skin, and the beauty was breathtaking. Qingqiu was in high spirits today, dressed in a pale yellow and tender green cloak, feeling drowsy.
Xiao Mingzhu, usually a mischievous child, ran over in tears, looking terrified. "Mistress, Mistress, something terrible has happened!"
"Xiao Mingzhu, tell me slowly. What is going on?" Leng Qingqiu handed her a handkerchief to wipe away her sweat.
Chapter 100