A pounding came from outside the courtyard gate. Murong Feiyan went over and opened it. The rain was still falling, but it had eased considerably. Madam Wan entered with a maid and four house servants. She had not expected Murong Feiyan to answer the gate and looked distinctly startled. "What are you doing here?"
Murong Feiyan calmly bowed. "Madam Wan, I heard a commotion over here just now, so I came to investigate. I found that the Third Young Madam was ill and was about to go out and fetch help. I never expected you to arrive first." She had already regained her composure completely, and her expression betrayed nothing unusual.
Madam Wan regarded Murong Feiyan with suspicion written all over her face. "Ill?" She did not quite believe it. How could Le Yao have suddenly fallen ill? Could there be more to this?
"What brings you here so late at night, Madam Wan?" Murong Feiyan asked. She only wanted to send Madam Wan away as quickly as possible.
"The servants heard cries for help, so I came to take a look." Madam Wan's eyes shifted. "This is my home. Aren't you overstepping yourself a little, Constable Murong?"
"My superior already ordered that no one was to wander about after midnight. Have you forgotten, Madam Wan?" At this point, Murong Feiyan could only invoke Hu Xiaotian's orders to put Madam Wan in her place. After all, the fellow still carried some intimidating weight within the Wan Residence.
Madam Wan snorted. "I don't even have the right to walk around my own home? What an absurd joke!" With a sweep of her sleeve, she walked past Murong Feiyan and headed straight into Le Yao's room.
Murong Feiyan inwardly cried out in alarm. Seeing two house servants following, she hurried forward and