Shen Wanyue was sitting at the table and drinking tea. She reached out and looked at the nails on one hand that she had just painted, with a smile on her face.
She has been very comfortable in the past few days, because the third princess is dead, the hidden danger has been eliminated, and her marriage to Xiao Chengyi is back on the agenda.
The family is preparing a dowry for her, and she will be able to marry Xiao Chengyi soon.
After waiting for two lifetimes, her dream was finally coming true.
Shen Wanyue finished a cup of tea, then stood up and walked to the makeup mirror, ready to paint her other hand. Suddenly, she heard a scream from the yard, and she hurriedly got up and opened the door.
She saw Xiaolian, the maid next to her, sitting on the ground in fear, next to the water basin that she had knocked over.
Shen Wanyue frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiaolian reacted. She suddenly pulled Shen Wanyue's clothes and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao...Miss, there is a ghost. I...I just saw Zijuan. She..."
"Shut up, what the hell is going on."
Shen Wanyue was a little frightened by her words, and she scolded angrily: "I think you are dazzled."
"No."
Xiaolian shook her head and said firmly: "I really saw her, miss. Today is the seventh day of Zijuan. I heard that on the seventh day after this person's death, the soul will return to the place she is most familiar with, which is Isn’t she back?”
"That's enough."
Shen Wanyue didn't want to listen to her nonsense here, so she said: "You don't need to serve me here anymore, you can go down."
Xiaolian rolled and crawled and hurriedly ran out of the yard.
Shen Wanyue looked around. What ghost could there be? She didn't believe in evil, so she snorted coldly: "Where could there be ghost?"
If it were really a ghost, those people she killed would have come looking for her long ago.
Shen Wanyue returned to the room and closed the door.
She was sitting in front of the dressing table, picked up the dandruff and continued to paint her nails. Then she heard a bang and the closed window was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, and then the lights in the room went out.
Shen Wanyue was startled, feeling an eerie feeling behind her. When she raised her head, she saw a blurry figure with disheveled hair reflected in the bronze mirror.
"ah!"
Shen Wanyue screamed and fell to the ground in fright. She looked back tremblingly but saw nothing, as if what she just saw was all her imagination.
She patted her chest and was about to stand up when she felt something fall from the top of her head, one drop after another, and some fell on her face, which was cold.
Shen Wanyue raised her head and saw a person hanging upside down on the beam, with black hair hanging down, and water dripping from her body. The person slowly raised his head, revealing Zicuckoo's pale and swollen face.
"ah!"
Shen Wanyue yelled, and she kept backing up, saying: "Don't come over, don't come over."
"Miss, why do you want to kill me? Why?"
Zicuckoo's voice sounded eerie and clear in her ears. Shen Wanyue retreated to the corner, unable to escape.
She shook her head and said, "Please, don't come to me. I will burn paper money for you. I will burn whatever you want for you. Please let me go."
"I want your life."
Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out and pinched Shen Wanyue's neck.
Shen Wanyue felt that her hand was as cold as ice, and she had difficulty breathing. She heard someone speaking in her ear: "You are not the real Princess Protector."