Gifts are always being exchanged, particularly in July when there are more. Wufu heard that Wu Lihong sent over some gifts fit for girls from the inner chambers, mocking silently. Hard tactics didn't work, so he's trying to soften her approach? Playing the family card?
"Throw them back to him, don't dirty my place." Wufu said coldly, "Also, give those who are watching outside the gate a good punishment, and toss them back to the Wu Family's door."
Does he think she's dead? Watching her like a hawk!
"Yes." The steward retreated.
Mo Lan hurried inside, followed by a man dressed as a house servant.
Upon seeing him, Wufu straightened her back instantly. This was the Hidden Guard she left at the estate to protect Madam Zhou. Why had he come? Had something gone wrong?
"Greetings, miss." The Hidden Guard knelt on one knee; his face was weary with dust.
"Stand up and speak. You are here, is there something wrong?" Wufu asked, her hands clenched.
