"Young Madam, did I do something wrong?" The maid still wore a frightened expression.
Tang Qingxue stared at the baby for a long time before releasing her grip, gently shaking her head, "You haven't done anything wrong. Just pretend I didn't come here tonight, and take good care of the child!"
The maid kept nodding.
Tang Qingxue silently turned and went downstairs.
She recalled the dream from that day, Lianxin disappeared—was she dead? Had she become a sacrificial offering for the Snake Demon Tribe? Yet, she had no idea when Lianxin had given birth, nor when she had died. Or perhaps, she couldn't determine whether Lianxin was dead or alive at all.
Standing at the entrance of the third-floor staircase, she hesitated for a long time before turning and heading toward the study on the third floor.
There's an entrance in the secret passage of the library that leads to an underground cave; she had to verify it with her own eyes, or she would never be at peace.
