Look at her demeanor today.
Even Old Madam Tao wasn't spared; she dared to lash out, let alone at me.
If I fell into her hands, there wouldn't even be a scrap left of me.
The more Xiao Luo thought about it, the more terrified he became. Eventually, he curled up in his bed, only falling asleep in the latter part of the night.
...
The next day was Qingming Festival.
The Tao Residence, which should have been bustling with ancestral rites and tomb sweeping,
became a simple and dreary affair because of the old madam's illness.
The servants bowed their heads, not daring to breathe loudly; within the old madam's courtyard, doctors were nervously taking pulses and preparing medicines, observing her condition.
Even Old Master Tao and Tao Prince Consort were filled with unease, each of them cautiously and carefully.
They did not speak unless necessary and refrained from inappropriate actions.
Let alone Maternal Aunt Tao.
