It would be better to visit the Shen Mansion to assess the situation first.
The afternoon dragged on slowly, Xiqiu sat alone in the study, absentmindedly rubbing the mutton fat jade hairpin in her hand. The memories of Fourth Master Xiao flashed before her eyes like a slideshow...Until dusk when the First Master and Tong Shenzhi had not yet returned, the mansion was already in a chaotic uproar, with rumors spreading that Fourth Master Xiao had been devoured by wolves on the Mongolian plains, or that he had been captured by the Mongolians...and so on.
There were many versions of the story, and the way people looked at Xiqiu changed instantly from envy, admiration, and flattery to pity...There were even rumors spreading on the street that the Sixth Miss of the Tong Mansion had a fate that brought bad fortune to her husband.
Once the epitome of beauty, she had overnight become an unattractive woman believed to bring misfortune.
