The man who arrived staggered forward, his bundled hair in disarray. His face was completely pale. Most horrifying of all, a red liquid was steadily seeping from the wound he clutched at his chest, soaking a large patch of his lapel.
Seeing Cui Hao so grievously injured within the Liang Mansion, everyone present was stunned.
The man who had come with Cui Hao rushed forward to support him. He was presumably a colleague.
Yet even in such a wretched state, Liang Wan could still read a hint of triumph in his eyes.
'And triumphant he should be. He didn't just fool Mrs. Zhang; he fooled me, too.'
Liang Wan watched him coldly. 'I really underestimated him.'
Qiuxi quietly tugged on Liang Wan's sleeve, her brow furrowed with worry. She had been hiding in a corner and had seen it clearly: the person who went into the rockery was indeed Cui Hao. Why hadn't he been knocked unconscious? And how did he know about the Fourth Lady?
