Night fell. The sky was starless and moonless, veiled only by great masses of gloomy black clouds, hazy and oppressive.
Peace was not to be found in the Ye Family tonight.
Ye Shixian sat at the table, the food before her long since cold. She hadn't taken a single bite, her body ramrod straight. At a glance, she resembled a lifeless puppet.
Shaoyao entered the room and saw the scene, her heart thumping with anxiety.
Ye Shixian's temper had been extremely volatile lately, and even Shaoyao didn't dare get too close. Being sent away on an errand would have been a relief, but the Ye Family was on lockdown—no one in, no one out. Ye Shixian could torture them to death, and no one would ever know.
Shaoyao steeled herself and stepped forward. "Eldest Miss, the food is cold. Shall I go and heat it up for you?"
Ye Shixian ignored the question, her voice suddenly turning cold. "How is the mistress?"
Shaoyao hurried to reply, "Don't worry, Eldest Miss. The mistress has just fallen asleep."
