Qu Tan'er smiled indifferently, then leaned closer to Jing Xin and whispered, "Let me tell you something interesting. In our place, people seldom kneel easily; and kneeling is sometimes considered a bad omen. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Jing Xin asked curiously.
"Because... it's usually the dead who kneel. Look at the face of Madam. Doesn't it look like the face of a coffin?"
"..." Jing Xin lowered her head and shrugged, somewhat overwhelmed.
Because of the rain, the people standing under the eaves naturally did not hear their conversation.
Qu Jianglin looked expressionlessly at the kneeling Qu Tan'er in the rain, not only did he not tell her to stand up, but he also publicly agreed with Madam's decision, "When you figure it out, then you can get up."
"Release my mother." Qu Tan'er's eyes swept over the two maids still holding Lady Nine.