The next morning, while Qi Yu was still dreaming, she was awakened by a noisy commotion.
She forced her heavy eyelids open, rubbed her eyes, and slowly crawled out of bed.
Before long, Shen Nanxing pushed the door open, holding a basin of clear water in her hand.
With Qingzhou in chaos like a pot of porridge and scarcely anyone to serve, Shen Nanxing had taken it upon herself to do the work.
Qi Yu took the cloth from her hand, hastily washed her face, and asked, "What's that noise outside?"
Shen Nanxing had already heard the noise and found out what it was; she replied, "It's Gu You's family, they say they've come to demand an explanation."
Qi Yu was momentarily speechless, then said with a headache, "Who's out there taking care of it now?"
Shen Nanxing was silent for a moment before answering, "It's Daoist Mo."
In the front hall, Mo Qingshan faced the Gu family members who had come to demand an explanation, equally at a loss.
