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Afterwards, Xiao Ran also made a flower wreath and gently placed it on Xia He's head. Xia He touched the flower wreath on her head, her eyes crinkling with laughter. The atmosphere between the two finally eased a bit, and the previous heaviness and unpleasantness seemed to be dispelled by this laughter.

Xia He seemed to suddenly remember something, blinked, and said playfully, "Miss, we should also make one for Chun Tao, otherwise she will definitely say that you are being biased! I won't be able to appease her then."

Xiao Ran smiled and nodded, "You're right. I'll make one for Xiao Lan too. Today is New Year's Eve, so we, master and servants, should have a lively celebration to make it a complete occasion."

As she spoke, she walked to the side and reached out to pick a few camellias in full bloom. The petals were still glistening with morning dew, making them appear exceptionally delicate. She bent down to carefully select them, pondering how to make the wreath even more beautiful.

However, just as she was focused on picking flowers, a sharp scream suddenly came from not far away—it was Xia He's voice!

Xiao Ran's heart tightened, and the camellia in her hand instantly fell to the ground. Without thinking, she immediately turned and ran in the direction from which the sound came, a vague sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"Xia He!"

When Xiao Ran arrived, the scene before her made her heart tighten.

A disheveled woman was seen clinging tightly to Xia He's dress, repeatedly muttering, "Madam, Madam..." Xia He was clearly startled by this sudden turn of events and stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

Xiao Ran immediately stepped forward and pulled Xia He behind her.

She looked coldly at the madwoman, about to question her, when the woman suddenly turned to her, crawling towards her on all fours, her voice hoarse and urgent:

"Second Miss! I was the one who brought that hangover tea! Why didn't you tell Madam! Why didn't you tell Madam!"

Xiao Ran was shocked upon hearing this. She stared intently at the madwoman's face, trying to discern something from her disheveled hair and filthy appearance.

The woman's expression was frantic and her eyes were unfocused; she was clearly out of her mind, yet Xiao Ran felt she looked somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?" Xiao Ran asked in a deep voice.

The woman seemed not to hear her question, continuing to mutter to herself, "The hangover tea... I brought it... I brought it..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until she finally collapsed to the ground, covering her face and weeping bitterly.

Xiao Ran frowned, a sense creeping into her heart that something was amiss.

She turned to look at Xia He and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Xia He shook her head, her face still a little pale, but she had calmed down considerably. She whispered, "Miss, this woman... seems to recognize Miss Wan."

Xiao Ran did not answer Xia He's question, but simply stared silently at the madwoman. After a long while, she slowly squatted down, reached out and gently brushed aside the woman's disheveled hair, revealing her face, which was covered in dirt but still vaguely recognizable.

Xia He was startled by Xiao Ran's action and was about to help her up when she saw the woman's face clearly. She gasped and cried out:

"ginkgo?!"

Upon hearing this address, the madwoman trembled violently, a flicker of excitement flashing in her eyes.

She struggled to crawl toward Xiahe, muttering something indistinctly, but her legs seemed to be weak, making her movements very difficult.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ran frowned, swiftly raised her hand, and delivered a precise chop to the back of Yin Xing's neck. Yin Xing's body immediately went limp, and she collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Xia He looked at Yin Xing lying on the ground with lingering fear, her voice trembling slightly: "Miss, this is Yin Xing, Madam He's former personal maid. But now... how did she become like this?"

Xiao Ran stood up, her gaze cold and deep. She whispered the order:

"Don't make this public for now. Go to the courtyard and find a few trustworthy people to quietly move her back to my courtyard. Be careful not to let anyone else notice."