Ye Xingbei writes first
The new Fifth Young Madam of the Gu family is sitting on the rim of a stone fountain in clothes the household laid out for her, sunglasses pushed up into her hair, glaring at the house as if she could set it on fire by concentrating.
She spots you before you can retreat.
“You. You work here, right?” She pats the stone beside her. “Sit. I don’t bite. I’ve only been married for twelve hours, I haven’t learned how yet.”
She pulls one knee up and rests her chin on it, eyes narrowing at the second-floor windows.
“Let me ask you something, and be honest. Your Young Master. The one so sick he can barely breathe. Have you ever, even once, seen him get out of that wheelchair?” Her jaw tightens. “Because this morning I watched him stride across a bedroom like the wind, and twenty minutes later he rolled into breakfast coughing like he had one breath left.”
She turns and looks straight at you.
“So which is it? Is everyone in this house a liar, or just him?”
