They were coming towards them.
Madam Ma took a step forward, "Who?"
"Nannies, nannies!"
The person was shouting while running, and when they got closer, they recognized her as Fuman, the little maid from the garden's Flower Supervisor.
"It's the middle of the night, why are you running?" Madam Ma asked sternly.
Fuman's face was pale, her hands cold from the rain, clutching Madam Ma tightly. "I-I saw it!"
"Saw what?" Madam Ma asked, her words coming out almost instinctively before she realized herself. "You saw? Where?"
"Manhe Garden, climbed over the wall and entered Manhe Garden!" Fuman said quickly, "I just lay down and remembered there were a few pots in the garden that hadn't been moved. I was afraid the rain would ruin them, so I hurried to move them, and then I..."
The women exchanged glances, "Madam's courtyard?"
Madam Ma slapped her thigh, "What should we do? Whether it's a person or a ghost, we're in trouble if Madam gets hurt. Hurry, hurry, let's go over quickly."
