Zuo Hancheng's Wounds (2)

In the An family's guest room, Anhao pushed open the window.

The An family's house, which had just been noisy, was now completely silent.

The night breeze was blowing. If it was more than a month ago, Anhao would never have thought that she would one day stand in a guest room of the An family, feeling the place that was closely related to her blood.

Suddenly, a servant knocked on the door.

"Mrs. Zuo, this is the herbal tea that the old madam asked us to prepare for you. It can replenish qi and blood."

Anhao glanced at the things the servant brought in and immediately looked at the servant.""Has Old Madam returned to the ancestral hall?"

The servant smiled and placed the herbal tea on the table in front of her. Then, she took a step back and said respectfully,"Replying to Mrs. Zuo, Old Furen has indeed returned to the ancestral hall. However, before we went back, we had already instructed us to prepare this medicinal tea for you."