Qian Wanyu had just reached the third floor when she found Li Jing standing respectfully outside the door. She raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "Why are you standing outside?"
"Young-"
Qian Wanyu signaled with her eyes that this was no place to talk. They went downstairs and crossed to the teahouse opposite, where they requested a private room.
"What happened?"
"Miss Minghui went somewhere earlier. She only just returned, and her complexion wasn't good."
Qian Wanyu turned her teacup, somewhat puzzled. "It wasn't your fault. Is the news about the Dongfang Family accurate? They...?"
"Young Tower Master, it is absolutely true. I went to confirm it myself. It happened roughly four months ago. It caused a panic in the town at the time. Nearly everything was burned to the ground. Nothing remained."
Qian Wanyu's expression grew complicated. Once, she had wanted to personally deal with everyone in the Dongfang Family who had humiliated her. But after seeing Ninth Sister change, her own thoughts had changed as well. This outcome was beyond her expectations. The Dongfang Family had lived in that town for many years without any formidable enemies. How could such a catastrophe have suddenly happened?
Could what that Death Spirit Master said before have been true?
At the thought of Ninth Sister learning what had happened to the Dongfang Family, Qian Wanyu's brows knotted into a line. She gripped her teacup tightly. She absolutely could not let her find out.
"Young Tower Master, are you all right?" Seeing her unpleasant expression, Li Jing asked with concern.
Qian Wanyu waved a hand. "Enough. This matter ends here. Has Aunt Mo still not returned?"
Li Jing shook her head.
Qian Wanyu felt something was wrong. "Let me know when Aunt Mo sends word."
"Yes."
Perhaps because she had failed to obtain