"Get up, get up."
Dizzy and disoriented, Wen Jiaren heard someone calling her and struggled to open her eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a woman about her age standing above her with a complex expression on her face, filled with contempt and jealousy, kicking her as she lay in the snow.
Looking around, Wen Jiaren recalled that she had fainted in the ancestral hall, and now it was already light outside.
Snow was still falling from the sky, and the fact that she hadn't frozen to death after kneeling on the ice and snow all night was indeed a stroke of luck!
"Are you deaf? I told you to get up," the woman said, kicking her again.
Wen Jiaren had seen this woman yesterday, standing beside Master Mingyang.
Had Master Mingyang sent her?
After being hungry, kneeling, and freezing for a whole day and night, their anger should have subsided somewhat!
