"Master." Xiu Bingxi hurried forward, supporting him, with a face full of worry.
Xiu Bingxi waved his hand, wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, said nothing, and twisted back to his own bedroom. The butler sighed at the sight before him, waved his hand, and called everyone to clean up all these burnt items. When dawn broke, they would also clear away the charred garden and start rebuilding it.
With a heavy 'slap,' Feng Xuxu's hand came down hard on the table. Her narrowed eyes and heaving chest were symbols of the anger she felt at this moment.
"All the mulberry saplings have been burned?"
Xiu Bingxi, kneeling on the ground, nodded shamefully.
"You don't even know who burned them?"
Xiu Bingxi, with his head hung low, nodded more heavily.
Feng Xuxu laughed in exasperation, "Do you have anything to say?"
"Your Highness, I already have some leads. I earnestly ask for some time from Your Highness, and I will certainly drag out the mastermind behind the scenes."
