"Afraid you might suffer."
Di Yao was startled, then became alert as if facing a great enemy.
But the person who came was neither Cui Jue nor Wei Xunzhou. It was an old woman with graying hair and a hunched back. Although her clothes were of highborn style and fabric, she gave Di Yao an impression of being nervous and simple.
Her temperament seemed more like that of a peasant woman.
"Who are you?" Di Yao asked the old woman.
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