Chapter 870 - 848: Master and Servant
Before the Old Madam had obtained the portrait, he had already sensed that the adversary’s chances of misfortune outweighed their fortune. And by the time the Old Madam brought the portrait to him, he had practically confirmed in his heart that they, just like him, had been caught up with.
It was only because they hadn’t seen the body and didn’t know the adversary’s name or surname that they still held onto a sliver of hope.
Manbao stopped, turned back to look at him, and after pursing her lips, she said, "I don’t blame you."
Erji watched her with his mouth agape.
Manbao turned around and walked away. Bai Shan gave Erji a nod and left with her.
Erji lowered his head to wipe the tears from his face, while Bo’an pursed the corners of his mouth and turned to chase after them.
Daji frowned and was about to follow them out, but then he heard Bo’an already chasing after them, calling out, "Young Master—"
Bai Shan stopped and turned back, and Manbao also stopped and turned to look at him.
It was then that Bo’an turned to Manbao, and after tapping his toes, he said, "Young Master, Miss Man, if you had lifted your hems a bit higher earlier, you would have seen it. My second uncle has three deep and profound stab wounds on his body. Everyone in my family says, they don’t know how my second uncle survived. Each of those wounds could have been fatal on anyone else, but my second uncle miraculously made it. He’s not a coward, I think he’s not cowardly at all!"
Bo’an shouted this last sentence particularly loudly. Daji couldn’t help but step out and scolded in a low voice, "Bo’an, silence."
Then Bo’an lowered his head.