Inside the room, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Madam Ning was stunned.
"What?"
Marquis Ning, in his shock, knocked over the teacup the maid had recently brought, soaking himself.
"Gui Zhi is unharmed?"
He urgently looked at the maid on the floor, "Say it again!"
Ning Suxuan's fingertips trembled, though incredulous, she knew the servant would not dare deceive her on such a matter.
She struggled to support herself, trying to get up.
"Mistress, take it easy."
Ning Suxuan hadn't set foot on the ground for a long time, and as she suddenly stood, she felt a wave of dizziness.
Fortunately, the old maid held her steady.
Madam Ning felt as if waking from a long dream, and in her excitement, she still remembered to instruct, "It's cold outside, quickly get your mistress a coat."
But Ning Suxuan couldn't concern herself with anything else. Supported by the maid, she took large steps forward.
It was her first time stepping out of her quarters in months.
