「Fengling Lane, the Ye Residence.」
Ye Shixian sat by the window, reading the letter Murong Ye had sent.
She grew more and more excited as she read, and by the end of the letter, a hopeful, eager smile had spread across her face.
Shaoyao stood guard at the door, watching for anyone who might barge in. When she glanced over and saw Ye Shixian's reaction, she froze in surprise.
"Miss, has Mr. Murong sent good news?"
Ye Shixian pressed the letter to her chest, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness… Thank goodness…"
Shaoyao hadn't seen such life in her expression for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel happy as well.
'Could it be? Has the master's case truly taken a turn for the better?'
Ye Shixian opened her eyes and read the letter again.
Han Tong was dead. Han Yao had gone mad. The Han Family's assets had been confiscated. The once-great Han Family had collapsed overnight.
