But if they don’t tell the truth, with Grace missing... the three of them are as good as dead, aren’t they?
What do we do, what do we do? This is driving me crazy!
Why did the Second Madam suddenly come to Shuiyue Nunnery?
And why does she insist on seeing Grace?
"Is it here?" Grace Wan pointed at the door and asked.
The three of them hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.
Grace Wan broke into a smile and called out, "Grace, it's me, your aunt. If you hear me, answer, okay?"
It was so quiet inside, it was as if no one was there—not a single sound.
"Grace?" Grace Wan called again.
Still no response.
"Grace, I know you’re in seclusion praying for blessings, and I shouldn’t disturb you. But this concerns your grandmother—can you at least answer me?" Grace Wan said, listening closely for any movement inside.
There wasn’t a single sound.
Grace Wan’s lips curled up slightly.
Someone had told her that they’d seen Grace at the General’s Manor.
She hadn’t believed it at first, but now... it was probably true, wasn’t it?
She was a young girl who’d just come of age, not yet married, running off to the General’s Manor—especially since Xiao Yan was the Prime Minister’s nemesis. If the Prime Minister got mad, he might just kill her on the spot!
Even if he didn’t kill her, he’d definitely be even more disappointed in her...
Grace Wan smiled, walked right over, and pushed the door open.
The nanny squeezed her eyes shut in pain.
Hope and Claire were about to faint.
But then, inside the room, Grace’s angry voice rang out: "Aunt! What are you doing?"
The three of them widened their eyes and rushed over together.
There was Grace, dressed in plain clothes, holding a calligraphy brush, glaring furiously at Grace Wan.
As soon as she saw them, Grace snapped at them: "Hope! Claire! And nanny—are you all dead or something? Didn’t I tell you, no one is allowed to disturb me? I’m in seclusion, praying in silence! Praying in silence! Praying in silence! Do you not understand what ‘silence’ means?"
With a loud ‘smack’, Grace threw her brush to the floor.
The three of them dropped to their knees, terrified (and maybe a little excited).
The nanny looked helplessly at Grace Wan and said, "Please forgive us, Grace. We did tell Second Madam, but... she said if we didn’t bring her here, she’d sell us all!"
"Sell you?" Grace glared at Grace Wan. "Aunt, what do you mean by that?"
Grace Wan was stunned for a moment, but quickly composed herself and apologized, "Grace, you didn’t make a sound, so I thought something had happened! Why didn’t you answer me just now?"
"Don’t you know what ‘silent meditation’ is, Aunt? Master Jing’an told me over and over—wear plain clothes, eat vegetarian, keep quiet, pray devoutly for three days, and my mother’s illness will definitely get better." Grace said, frustrated. "Now that you’ve barged in, all my hard work these past months is wasted—I have to start all over again!"
Eh? Actually, this isn’t so bad.
She’d found another excuse not to go home.
"Well... Aunt really didn’t know! They didn’t explain it properly." Grace Wan pointed at the three kneeling on the floor.
"Hmph! I knew it was you bunch of slow-witted, clumsy servants!" Grace pointed at them, looking all arrogant. "This is super important, and you didn’t even explain it to Aunt!"
"But..." Hope wanted to say something, but the nanny interrupted, "We know we’re at fault, Grace. Please punish us!"