Bai Weimei threw the handkerchief in her hand onto the black lacquered round table, instructing people to clear the meal, and waited with an air of importance for Bai Qihe to come over.
Not long after, Bai Qihe, accompanied by over ten guards, stepped into the courtyard, startling the busy servants and maids.
The morning sun gilded the blue bricks and green tiles of the courtyard with a golden light.
Bai Qihe glanced at the upper room and shouted, "The old master suddenly fell ill last night. From today, he will be resting quietly in the courtyard, and no one is allowed to disturb him! You dozen people keep this courtyard well-guarded. If anyone comes in and disrupts the old master's recuperation, don't blame me for being ruthless... sell what needs to be sold, kill what needs to be killed!"
Inside, Bai Weimei heard this and stood up in shock, even Bai Weimei's old wife looked equally astonished.
