Xiaoman's words struck like a bolt from the blue.
Feng Yun took a moment to regain her composure.
Awan...
She turned her head, "What happened to Awan?"
Xiaoman's voice choked up, "She's dead. My lady, you should hurry and see for yourself."
Not injured, not ill, but dead...
She had already stopped breathing.
Her body was covered with a straw mat, lying on the grass outside the village's surrounding wall.
For fear of bringing bad omen to the village, Awan wasn't even carried inside, not returning to the place where she lived.
A few servants stood by, sighing with lament.
They said Awan was such an unlucky girl, just as her days were looking up, she suddenly passed away...
Feng Yun turned around the corner, and the servants all bowed their heads.
"My lady."
Feng Yun said nothing, approaching with a pale face.
Her complexion was eerily frightening.
The servants involuntarily held their breath in tightness.
