That night, Ye Chutang was finally able to rest, but she found herself lost in thought as she recalled the day's events.
For some reason, she felt that Duke Zhongyong Mansion was not what it appeared to be on the surface.
Xie Anjun and Xiao Jiayi were fighting fiercely, but that hardly seemed reason enough for Xie Pei to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
A man of his stature had weathered decades of turmoil. What kind of hardship hadn't he seen?
For him to drink so recklessly, knowing full well his health was poor, was simply baffling.
'Could the Xie Family's problems be so severe that even he couldn't clean up the mess?'
At this thought, Ye Chutang's brow furrowed slightly.
'For Xie Pei to react this way, I'm afraid...'
Outside, the wind suddenly began to howl. The window wasn't shut tightly, and a draft of cold air quickly seeped into the room.
