The woman went mad, and was locked in here.
Zhao Xilu, when he got up in the morning, would take her to the courtyard to sunbathe, and when he returned to the room in the evening, he would lead her back inside.
Zhao Mengyao disliked this brother; although he had always been kind to her, she felt he was hypocritical and heartless, unlike her direct and kind nature.
Obviously, there were hired helpers at home, yet her brother insisted on doing everything himself every day.
If she didn't know what those things were used for, it would be fine, but her brother was very much aware and his talent for cursing was much higher than hers.
But now, she could only express her grievances to her brother with a cry:
"Brother, I've been cursed."
Saying this, Zhao Mengyao took off her hat, rolled up her sleeves, and exposed an area of festering skin.
Zhao Xilu was startled to see this and hurried forward to check.
"What happened to you?"
"I've been cursed."
