It was as if a sinister and venomous gaze pierced straight through.
Xuexue, who had just instructed the servant to buy a coffin, seemed to sense something. She turned around, only to lock eyes with Situtu Qinger...
A guilty Situtu Qinger immediately lowered her head, not daring to meet Xuexue's gaze.
Auntie Tang's body was still warm, and their grandfather had just been injured and brought back to Prince Pu's Mansion. The siblings were now orphans, with no one to rely on, completely no match for Xuexue, who held the financial power. Better to keep a low profile and wait for the day when she could cling to the Fourth Prince's powerful tree, and then it wouldn't be too late to deal with Situtu Xueer.
Xuexue glanced at her, then turned her head away.
She knew very well that Situtu Qinger hated her; that same thousand-and-one cuts torture from the previous life haunted her nightly dreams.
