Tianjing is different from Tiancheng; he has always been serving in the study, so he doesn't have martial arts skills. Seeing the Third Madam like this, he immediately tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, with his heart in his throat, ready for defense.
Chunliu was slowly edging toward the door, sweat streaming down her forehead. She glanced at the Third Madam and couldn't help but look toward the windowsill, fearing that the disgusting thing might jump up and bite Min. With each step she took, her legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The Third Madam glanced at the two of them disdainfully, not taking them seriously at all. What about leaving the main room? Tonight, nobody in this manor is destined to leave alive...
