It was obviously just a pillow stuffed with cotton, yet Nanny Zhu instinctively moved her foot away as if it had been a stone weighing a thousand pounds.
Madam Ma swallowed several times, her mouth dry, and the swallowing made her throat hurt.
A burning pain.
As if the wine in the wine pouch at her waist had caught fire.
Madam Ma didn't dare to look at Mu Yuanjing, she just secretly glanced at Nanny Zhu, whose expression was twisted with conflict.
Madam Ma knew that Nanny Zhu had drunk a lot tonight; after ten days of night patrols, each and every one of them had turned from being scared to being irritated and angry. If something went wrong, they wouldn't be able to explain to their masters. If it weren't for the reward silver, who wouldn't want to sleep until daybreak?
After being reprimanded by the Lian Family, Nanny Zhu didn't dare to mention ghosts anymore and firmly believed it was someone causing trouble.
