C11 (1/2)

”Aunt Yun, Servant did as you instructed. She has already put the medicine into the dish, and when she wakes up, she will take it. With the medicine, she will not die, but her body will be more or less wasted.” In a daze, Lian Si Yue seemed to hear a coarse voice speaking beside her.

”The two of you did well, this is your reward, remember, do not let anyone else know about this, especially not the people from Madame, understand?” It was the voice of another woman.

Aunt Yun? Is he a Aunt Yun of the Yao City? There had been such a person in her life, someone who had been very mean to her.

Is she dead too? Otherwise, why would she hear Aunt Yun's voice after her death?

Slowly, she opened her eyes. What she saw was a simple side room, a thin and fat figure with their heads lowered, listening to a noble woman's lecture.

She recognized the two of them, they were the servants of Yao City, whom she had almost married. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a sandalwood collar and short jacket.

And the one standing in front of her was one of the concubines of the master of the Su Family, Su Sheng — the Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun was dressed in a narrow, purplish red jacket, and had a emerald forehead. She wore golden butterfly-shaped hair and a crescent moon hairbrush embedded with rubies on her head.

She moved, her hands and feet were still there, she was still a healthy person, but she had shrunk to the size of a teenager.

What was going on?

”Aunt Yun, don't worry, we will definitely torment her.” Yew held the Aunt Yun's golden bracelet in her hand, her eyes shining brightly.