"That's fine, then I'll head back first," Yang Chuxia thought for a moment. Waiting here all night was indeed unfeasible, and with the recent cold weather, if she waited all night, she would likely catch a cold by the next day. Now that she had a child, if she caught a cold, she couldn't take medicine, and she would be the one suffering in the end.
"I'll come over again tomorrow."
"Alright, once he's better, I'll have someone notify you."
After speaking with Mu Shaoling, Yang Chuxia went back to rest. She didn't return to the small tower that night but slept in the Yang Family's quarters instead.
Worried about Linhao, she didn't sleep well. For some reason, before she went to sleep, she always felt an uneasy premonition.
When midnight arrived, that premonition inside her heart finally materialized.
A group of men in black suddenly burst into the Yang Family home. The servants who came out upon hearing the commotion were either wounded or killed.