As she passed through the garden, Jiang Yunuan looked through the veranda's decorative window, seeing the lights in Lanyu Courtyard. It was warm in the distance, but she felt as though she had entered an ice cellar.
She rushed headlong into Shangxin Courtyard.
Upon hearing the commotion, Sister Niang staggered out to find her.
Looking at her daughter carved from pink jade, Jiang Yunuan slightly turned her body: "Sister, be good. Mother is cold, I'll hold you later."
Sister Niang pouted and nodded.
Jiang Yunuan took off her cloak and stood by the fire pit for a while.
Although the silver thread charcoal produced no smoke, she felt her eyes hurt. Thinking that Mu Liancheng would soon return, she dared not shed a tear and forced herself to hold them back.
In Fengyu Courtyard, Mu Liancheng cleared his throat and said, "I've sent someone swiftly on horseback to Qinglian Temple, Mu Tang is already dead."
Mu Yuanmou's eyelid twitched.
"Dead? When?" Lian Family said in shock.
