As a subordinate, having such a master is a great fortune.
Especially since Elder Zhan had long understood that the seemingly gentle and harmless woman before him could kill without blinking an eye. Her indifference and coldness were terrifying, even for someone of his age, but today he truly realized that her coldness was reserved for outsiders; for her own people, she was fiercely protective and valued them highly.
Qu Tan'er left, carrying Little Lin.
Instead of returning to the bedroom, she first went to Zhan Beilie's room. Placing Little Lin on a soft couch to sleep, she moved to Zhan Beilie's bedside. She could tell as soon as she entered that he was awake... his breathing was uneven. She gestured for the two servant girls by Zhan Beilie's bedside to step back.
She stood quietly for a while.
Zhan Beilie didn't move; his pale face was rigid and expressionless.
Yet she understood, he was in great pain.
