The elderly matron of the Wang Family, also known as Liang Qin, bore a face well-maintained but utterly lacking warmth, and she appeared exceptionally cold-hearted.
"Indeed, it reminds me of a time when I was not yet a venomous woman. Back then, the third young boy sweetly called me aunt, but alas, times change, and I became the person he hates most..."
The Housekeeper stood quietly behind her, having tied her life to the matron. The fate of others hardly mattered to her.
After reminiscing for a while, Liang Qin stopped fiddling with the prayer beads in her hand and revealed a cold smile. "Since he's a foe, naturally, one should strike when he's down!"
As soon as Liang Qin finished speaking, several lifeless figures kneeling in the shadows vanished without a trace.
The bright light might be inconspicuous in a city's center, but in this mountain, it was absolutely noticeable.
Numerous servants living in the mansion quickly came out.
