Su Jin looked at her, the maid of the embroidery room cried, "I didn't wear the Princely Heir's wife's dress, I just remembered the night before delivering the dress to her, Cai Chun went to the embroidery room to get some thread, came back with a terrified white face, hid under the blanket trembling. I asked her what happened, but she said nothing, only told me not to touch your dress."
"I didn't want to touch it, but Mrs. Qian named me to fold the clothes well and deliver them to the Agarwood Pavilion with her."
"Afterwards, Cai Chun avoided me, whenever I tried to talk to her, she kept her distance."
Now thinking back, Cai Chun was surely afraid she caught the plague and avoided her.
Su Jin's face was as cold as frost.
The old women outside the door did not leave, and upon hearing the maid's words from the embroidery room, their hearts sank heavily.
Once the plague spreads, nobody knows how many people could die.
