She rubbed her temples vigorously, gradually easing the pain. She checked her pulse, which was steady and showed no abnormalities. She was completely baffled.

That evening, Ou Zihan returned, and they had dinner together.

The dining table was laden with all sorts of delicious dishes, each with its own unique color, aroma, and flavor. There were at least fifty or sixty dishes on the large table. It was likely that if one only tasted a bite of each dish, one would be full before finishing them. Moreover, there were only two people eating, while the other housekeepers and servants waited on the side, ready to be at one's beck and call.

“Baby, how’s your foot today? Is it feeling better?” Ou Zihan asked in a warm voice. He looked at her with concern in his eyes, but in an instant, his eyes darkened and he gave her a meaningful look.

He thought to himself, "This woman, she's been hurt like this? She almost lost her life and is having nightmares every night, and she still wants to forgive the murderer?"

Just because the murderer is her family member, would she be willing to let him kill her?

"Yes, much better, it doesn't hurt as much anymore," Luo Xiaoyi responded gently. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was in turmoil.

Judging from his meaningful look just now, I knew he knew everything.

"Eat more of this millet and sea cucumber. It's said to be good for sprains and bruises. It'll give you more protein." He felt heartbroken whenever his little woman got even the slightest injury.

Ou Zihan handed her the small dish of millet and sea cucumber.

"Mmm." She smiled and reached out to take it, her heart pounding. She had secretly let her sister and stepmother go; would Ou Zihan blame her? If he did, how would he punish her?

Lost in thought, Luo Xiaoyi wasn't paying attention and the small plate slipped from her hand, fell to the ground, and shattered.

She gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry, my hand slipped." She was about to bend down to pick it up.

: : : : Ou Zihan's commanding voice came from beside her, "Don't move, be careful not to prick your hand." She paused, and then Butler Zhao quickly took care of it.

"What's wrong, baby? Why are you so flustered? Is something on your mind?" Ou Zihan's seemingly warm and concerned voice was actually a form of interrogation. This man is really cunning.

Should she confess and receive leniency, or resist to the end?

What's there to think about? Last time we almost made her do a striptease; if she tries to cheat again this time, wouldn't it be even worse? It's best to be pragmatic.

"Young Master Ou, I'm sorry, I secretly released my sister and stepmother. I think they got what they deserved. In the dark wine cellar, with rats everywhere, they were terrified and hungry, and extremely weak. They looked so pitiful. I think they'll behave better in the future."

She appeared to be admitting her guilt, but her heart was filled with anxiety as she awaited his verdict.

"Pity? Did they think you were pitiful when they were hurting you? You're such a fool." He couldn't help but sigh softly.

This woman really makes her uneasy.

"Maybe I'm being silly, but I think as long as I have a clear conscience, that's enough." She seemed quite composed.

Looking at her, Ou Zihan suddenly thought of the revolutionary hero Liu Hulan. At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi really resembled Liu Hulan, living a great life and dying a glorious death, looking heroic.