Situtu Qinger held a wooden comb in her hand, hated it to the extre, and with a forceful snap, it broke.
Her fair wrist was cut with two blood marks, the fresh blood flowing from her fingertips to the ground.
The ground was instantly dotted with i Hua, stained crimson.
The maid helping her comb her hair was startled and couldn’t help but exclaim: "Second Miss, Second Miss, what happened to you?"
"Are you blind? Hurry and bring sothing to stop the bleeding for ."
The comb broke, piercing into the flesh of her finger, and Situtu Qinger felt tears of pain flowing.
"Yes."
The maid frantically scrambled, quickly fetching the dicine box to bandage Situtu Qinger.
This small dicine box was usually kept in the courtyard, for handling unexpected situations and treating minor wounds.
The young maid was quick and efficient, and soon, she had Situtu Qinger’s wound bandaged.
The young maid arranged everything and said to Situtu Qinger: "Second Miss, it’s getting late, rest early."
Having finally thought of a plan to deal with Xuexue, unexpectedly, it was cut short like this, leaving Situtu Qinger increasingly dissatisfied.
The Old Madam even paid with Old Lady Zhang for this, seemingly holding a grudge against her, which ant that in the future, within the General’s Mansion, she would have to tread carefully.
Situtu Qinger lay in bed, closed her eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.
By this ti, the maids had long withdrawn, and the room was pitch-black.
Outside, the cold wind gently tapped against the window, making a ’papa’ sound.
In a dazed haze, just as Situtu Qinger was about to drift into sleep, she seed to hear soone calling her...
"Qinger, Qinger, your mother hurts so much!"
It seed like Auntie Tang’s voice, ethereal and hollow, with no clue where it ca from.
Situtu Qinger tried to open her eyes.
Seeing a vague fignt appear in her room, that silhouette and clothing unmistakably Auntie Tang before she passed, but at this mont devoid of the grandeur and elegance of life, only standing there disheveled and dirty.
"Auntie!"
Situtu Qinger sat up, but it felt as though sothing was pressing upon her, making her entire body immobile, she could only stare at Auntie Tang in the room.
"Qinger, your mother hurts so much!"
"Mother." Situtu Qinger wanted to yell, but her throat seed to be caught by sothing, failing to make any sound.
"You heartless ones! You even burned your mother’s corpse, know that now? Your mother is not only a wandering ghost but also suffers the agony of burning day by day." Auntie Tang’s figure drifted along to the bed.
"Mother!"
Situtu Qinger reached out forcefully, trying to grab Auntie Tang, firmly believing that even as her mother turned into a ghost would not harm her.
"Qinger, your mother hurts so much!"
"Mother, it’s not my fault, it was grandfather’s decision." Situtu Qinger wanted desperately to clarify, yet her throat felt blocked by sothing, only able to produce a croaking sound.
Auntie Tang’s long hair fell entirely down, covering her face.
Suddenly, she stretched a hand to lift the hair covering her face, revealing a skull-like visage, the once exquisitely beautiful face turned into a skeletal head.
"Ah...!"
This shock was not trivial, Situtu Qinger sat up on the bed drenched in cold sweat.
It turned out to be a south branch dream.
Fortunately! It’s just a dream, yet the image of her mother beca too horrifying in the dream.
Situtu Qinger patted her chest, feeling a little anxious.
She initially thought it was just a case of ’day thoughts, night dreams,’ leading to dreaming of her mother, but then making the sa dream seven nights in a row, suddenly, she really began to fear.
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