The Ye Family of Fengling Lane was thrown into a night of frantic disarray.
Ye Mingze's sudden death was a fatal blow to the Ye Family in its current state.
The already anxious household was now in complete chaos.
If not for the official guards stationed outside, some would have likely already grabbed the silver and fled.
Ye Shixian hadn't slept all night.
By the time morning light filtered into the room, her eyes were completely bloodshot.
Shaoyao hurried in, looking like she wanted to speak but was hesitating.
Ye Shixian forced herself to focus. "What is it?"
Shaoyao bit her lip. "The mistress stayed with Second Young Master Ye all night. She's on the verge of collapse, but I've tried to get her to rest several times and she refuses..."
A dull ache began to throb in Ye Shixian's head again.
'I'm already exhausted from worry. How am I supposed to find the energy to deal with this?'
