Compared to Old Madam Jiang and Lady Lu, who had hurried over, it was indeed very abrupt.
Noticing Jiang Li was looking at her, Lady Yang raised her head in confusion. Jiang Li diverted her gaze and said, "I think I'll go in and take a look."
Lady Lu couldn't stop Jiang Li, and she walked into the room. Two maids were inside, attending to Jiang Youyao, but they were just standing helplessly on the side, unable to do anything.
Jiang Youyao was sitting in a corner of the bed, her shoes and stockings still on, silently sitting, not uttering a word, a rare quietness about her. Her face and hands bore the marks of whipping; the most terrifying was her left eye socket, hollow without an eyeball, a sight that struck horror upon anyone who saw it.
The two maids were somewhat frightened by Jiang Youyao's face, bowing their heads and not daring to look directly into her eyes. Jiang Li approached Jiang Youyao, who was still focused intently on the pattern of the quilt, motionless.
