"It's about Lord Lance."
Qian Wanyu had been smiling at her, but the moment she heard the name "Lance," the smile vanished from her lips, and an air of "keep your distance" radiated from her. Had Dongfang Minghui not already grown used to this side of her Seventh Sister, the sudden change in Qian Wanyu's expression would probably have frightened her into running first and asking questions later.
As for leniency for those who confessed and severity for those who resisted, none of that mattered more than staying alive.
Dongfang Minghui swallowed cautiously. "Seventh Sister, I never told any of you, but Lord Lance's body is depleted. His oil has run dry, and his lamp is burning out."
Qian Wanyu's dark eyes rested silently on Dongfang Minghui. Only after a long while did she ask, "Does Mother know?"
That was another thing she wanted to confess...
Dongfang Minghui's little face scrunched up like a steamed bun. "Mother knows a little, but not much. I told her you would tell her yourself."
By the end, Dongfang Minghui's voice had faded away. She lowered her head, occasionally stealing a look at Qian Wanyu's changing expression. "I-"
Qian Wanyu stepped forward, seized her hand, and bit down hard on the back of it.
"Ow, ow, ow! Seventh Sister, let go!"
"You actually dared to keep this from me until now!"
"Seventh Sister, I was wrong." Dongfang Minghui also felt that what she had done was rather improper. In her previous life, concealing a patient's condition like this would probably have gotten her fired. "I didn't want to see you and Mother heartbroken."
Qian Wanyu froze briefly, then reached out and pulled her into her arms.
With her face pressed against Seventh Sister's chest, Dongfang Minghui wrapped both arms around her slender waist. "Seventh