dont need to think about it

Letta then gazed at the guards in the main hall of their house, who seemed to be ina hurry, furrowing her brow.

“What are you all doing?" Letta asked, pulling her shawl closer as it was pouring rain outside. The cold air seemed to pierce her skin. Desi, hearing Letta’s voice, immediately rushed over to her, then widened her eyes upon seeing the guards still in the process of discarding all the items that Letta was currently examining.

"What are you doing with those belongings?" Letta asked, about to approach, before Desi stopped her.

"They're just items to be discarded, Madam," Desi replied. Letta noticed several scattered rose petals on the floor.

"Open everything. I want to see what those items are,” Letta asked again, making Desi shut her eyes. She had instructed the guards to quickly pack up all the items that had suddenly been sent to their residence. But it turned out Letta had come down first and found out what they were doing. Letta felt even more suspicious when the guard