The young maidservant had been through a similar situation before and understood at once. She gave a quick reply and hurried off.
Chutang wiped the sweat from Su Pei'er's forehead. With a light flick of her wrist, a row of silver needles lay on display, glinting coldly.
She held her breath, her concentration absolute, then decisively began inserting the needles.
Time seemed to drag on. The sounds from outside faded away, and the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The faint smell of blood filled the air.
Chutang's expression was one of intense focus.
And behind her, Han Yao's hand slowly clenched, then loosened again.
...
Time passed.
Thanks to everyone's efforts, the great fire at the Han Family estate was finally extinguished.
Everything in sight was a charred, black ruin, thick with billowing smoke and dust.
The pungent smell of burning wafted through the air, making it almost difficult to breathe.
