"He... How could he... How could he..." Yu pushed Hai Lan away, bursting into tears and uncontrollably scratching her face with her hands. The delicate brocade on the quilt was torn in the process, and threads hung chaotically from Yu's nails, giving her a crazed appearance.

"Madam... Please, calm down. Second Master hasn't gone far... He might hear you..." Hai Lan pleaded in a trembling voice.

"You know what I'm going to say, don't you? About that woman, ...