The winter night in the Imperial City was as thick as ink, unable to dissolve.
Qin Wenrou tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly.
The carefully designed crime scene from the day was unexpectedly and easily unraveled by the ugly woman and her lackeys.
She couldn't understand how the ugly woman ended up buying Qin Xin's rosewood bed?
That's something she had always wanted but could never get!
The more unattainable, the more she desired it.
She meticulously recalled the entire process, certain that this time the plan was truly meticulous and foolproof, if only the ugly woman hadn't suddenly produced that contract...
Thus, the crux of the matter was Qin Xin's doing; even after death, she managed to dig such a big pit before she died.
