"No!" Bihuai grabbed Xiqiu's hand: "Madam can't go out. There must be more than just five or six of those things outside, probably the whole garden is full of them now!"
Xiqiu still draped the cloak over her shoulders; they couldn't let that thing continue its arrogance, yet Bihuai refused to let go, and Chunliu and Tianjing also stopped Xiqiu: "Madam can't go; there are so many people in the yard, they will find a way."
Xiqiu sighed and could only slump down beside the heated bed, unable to find a way to deal with that thing. They didn't know how many people would die, perhaps before daybreak, before news from the palace arrives, they would all be dead in the mansion.
She swiftly turned her thoughts, trying hard to recall the knowledge she had in her mind, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, she looked at Bihuai and said: "Up till now, have any of the young male servants or guards been attacked, besides the maids and old women?"
