The mistress of the Yu Family had a dazed, almost manic expression on her face, her eyes brimming with an unspeakable excitement.
"Madam, absolutely not!!"
Butler Zhuang, seeing this, was momentarily desperate and quickly cried out to stop her, his voice louder than usual.
"??" The Yu mistress froze, her entire body stiffening, as she asked incredulously, "Old Zhuang, what are you saying?"
They had painstakingly gotten hold of evidence against Yu Longshou—why shouldn't they seek revenge?
She had kept this frail, lingering existence alive solely so she could avenge Shuzhi with her own hands.
Now, with the opportunity placed right before her, was she expected to let it pass?
"Madam, please calm yourself."
Butler Zhuang saw the mistress trembling all over and earnestly pleaded with her, "We don't have concrete evidence. If we recklessly expose this matter, not only might we fail to take down the master, but we could also risk him turning the tables on us."
