A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master",When Zhou saw this, she burst into tears and rushed forward: "Madam... I deserve to die a thousand deaths...",He knew, but only came to blame Deng Wenxueluo for not being generous enough.。