If he didn't care about face, he would probably just barge in with a knife and kill him.,A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master",Xie Shuning turned her head and walked away, walking so fast that when she reached Qin'er's room and heard the cries of the maidservants, her feet suddenly stopped.。