Not a word was spoken that night.
Zhu Ling'Er lay on her side, tightly wrapped in her quilt, as the slightly pale light of dawn seeped through the window lattice.
Perhaps it was the north wind that blew all night, causing the paper-covered window to rattle persistently. The Second Miss Zhu hadn't slept well, as all sorts of chaotic thoughts entangled in her mind, making it hard for her to find peace.
"How should I tell father about Xiaowu's matter... Maybe I should linger a few more days in Wagang Village. Once Xiaowu's body is properly settled, I'll take it to father, then return to the County City to avoid him questioning me too much!"
Zhu Ling'Er felt a slight relief, yet couldn't help but lament. Though the high-status families are bound by blood ties, often the relationships aren't as deep as they seem.
Often, after several generations, everyone just focuses on their own meals, unwilling to offer even a single chopstick to "others."
