Song Zhiqing looked at the ruins before him, his face ashen as he knelt on the ground, his face full of shock.
This wasn't a dream; it was a real earthquake. No, the house had collapsed.
"You, you said the mistress is in there?" Song Zhiqing glanced at Hai Yan, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, and scolded harshly, "How could the mistress be in there? If she was, how could you be standing here unharmed, you wretched maid?"
Hai Yan knelt down and cried, "Mistress and Aunt Quan had something to discuss, they didn't want me serving there, so I had to leave."
Song Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat. What could the two have to discuss that needed to be kept secret? Especially in a temple, what can't be talked about in plain sight?
