What's going on? Why do you suddenly see Wu Yatou's shadow? Hasn't she been dead for more than a year?
Some flashbacks of the past appeared in the eldest lady's mind, and she felt a little sweat on her forehead.
Finally, she shook her head again, gritted her teeth, and said with an expressionless face, "Fifth girl is ignorant of the importance and cannot remember her identity as a concubine. She deserves to die, and it is none of our business!"
"..." Suddenly, she felt someone tapping her shoulder again.
"..." Immediately, her scalp felt numb. She took courage, the muscles on her face twitched, her mouth opened slightly, and she slowly turned around——
"Ah!" It's this scary face again.
"Mother, mother, I died so miserably, mother, mother...Give me my life, give my life, give me my life..."
Suddenly, Su Qingru held the eldest lady with one hand, and with the other hand, she clawed at the smelly and pus-filled sores on her face, and stuffed them into the eldest lady's mouth one by one, while her own face was so rotten that blood flowed freely.
"Ah! Ah!" The eldest lady felt filled with a stench, and she vomited vigorously, but Su Qingru blocked her mouth with the palm of her hand and forced her to swallow it.
"Mother, mother... give me back my life..." The wailing sobs floated in the room, which was extremely terrifying.
She let go of her hands again and started crying in front of the eldest lady.
"Qingru, you...are you lacking something? I will burn it for you tomorrow...tomorrow. Don't worry about the past anymore. I promise you that I will find a good home for your sister Yurong and let Qi Yiniang
May I live in peace..." The eldest lady held on to the fear in her body, gasping for air and placing her hands on the table behind her.
However, as soon as she blinked, the person in front of her disappeared again.
She froze in place, reached out and fished hard, but it was empty.
"Madam, madam..." At this time, Ding Xiang and Lan Ju hurried in.
The candle in the room was lit again, and the eldest lady realized that her whole body was soaked to the skin. The sweat beads on her cheeks fell to her chest one by one, and her hair was sticky and wet on her face.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? Have you had a nightmare? Why did you get out of bed?" Ding Xiang quickly ran to get a leather robe and put it on the madam, while Lan Ju quickly fetched water and helped the madam sit down on the bed.
Next, he wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face, and brought some dry clothes.
The eldest lady breathed a deep sigh of relief. Is it a dream? Or a hallucination? But why does it feel so real? The place where Su Qingru pinched her is still very painful.
Seeing the two maids in front of her, the eldest lady suddenly darkened her face and scolded them -
"You two are keeping vigil tonight, but you actually neglected your duties. Where did you go? I asked you for so long, and you just came now!"
Ding Xiang and Lan Ju hurriedly plopped down and knelt down, saying in panic: "Madam, please calm down, I didn't hear your summons."
"Didn't you hear that?"
The eldest lady stared closely at the eyes of these two maids. Their eyes and faces were full of confusion. They were usually honest and loyal servants and they definitely did not dare to neglect their duties during the night watch.
"It's really not true. The slave has been guarding outside." Ding Xiang said quickly.
The eldest lady's brows were furrowed, as she recalled the situation just now in her mind, and a chill came up her spine.
She tightened her hands and ordered, "Miss Fifth's death anniversary is coming soon. You two go and prepare some paper money for incense candles. I will burn them for her myself."
Burning incense for Miss Fifth? The two maids glanced at each other secretly, with the same doubt in their eyes——
Didn't the eldest lady give a clear order that the fifth lady was too dirty when she died, and no one was allowed to burn incense, candles, paper money for her? Why did she suddenly have to do these things herself this year?