The next morning, it was almost ten o'clock, and the main house was as quiet as usual.
All the servants were performing their duties in an orderly manner.
The manservant dusting the hall had already been there for a long time.
His gaze would occasionally flick upstairs, but Wen Yu's door remained firmly closed.
As time ticked by, an inexplicable unease welled up inside him, and he felt that something was increasingly amiss.
This was completely unlike Wen Yu's usual self; she usually rose early and would come down for breakfast in the morning.
The manservant frowned, looked around, and seeing no one, he quickly headed upstairs.
At this time, apart from Wen Yu still in her room on the second floor, the other rooms were empty.
The manservant no longer held back and walked directly to her door, gently knocking a few times.
He stood at the door for a while, but no sound came from inside the room.
Feeling a tightness in his heart, he quickly knocked a few more times.
