After some thought, Ye Chutang picked up her brush and wrote another letter, slipping it beneath the packets of medicine.
Ye Heng couldn't be allowed to die just yet, but she had no desire to see him live well either.
Mrs. Gao was dead, and at the hands of her own daughter. Ye Chutang wondered how Ye Heng would react when he received the news.
...
Murong Ye was another who spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Some things can't be kept secret, and the scandal involving Ye Shixian had simply become too big. Word of it had spread throughout the entire Capital City.
He couldn't pretend to be ignorant even if he wanted to.
The looks his classmates at the Imperial College gave him were strange, and the entire situation was torture for Murong Ye.
'How did Ye Shixian get mixed up in something like this?' he wondered.
'Didn't Ye Chutang drive Mrs. Gao to her death? How could it have been Ye Shixian who did the deed?'
