She has endured.
Qu Tang’er gritted her teeth and clenched both of her hands again and again. In the end, she has suppressed the curse that was about to come out. Her body remained straight. Head slightly lowered, waiting for the third blow.
Closing door, carry out domestic discipline.
“Close door and carry out domestic discipline.” Once the first madame’s words fell, Qu Tang’er for the nth time that day sighed inwardly. As expected, this play was going to reach its climax.
The first time, splashing water.
The second time……..she was helpless!
“Master?” Jing Xin worriedly approached her. She reached out, wanting to take the wet cloak.
“Sigh. There’s no need. This is still useful.” Qu Tang’er didn’t let Jing Xin touch the cloak. Instead, she has drapped it over her body again. She was walking strangely, yet with cautious.
Following day, morning.
The birds on the trees were all crowing at the eighth prince’s manor.
Shuang Yuan. People inside have already gotten up.