As she spoke her last words, Mrs. Shi's face twisted into a snarl. She was furious and terrified. More importantly, a sharp, twisting pain shot through her stomach. Recalling the duo's recent secret plotting, Mrs. Shi reasonably suspected that the roast goose she'd eaten today had also been laced with arsenic.
Arsenic could be fatal. At the thought, Mrs. Shi's legs went weak.
She raised the rolling pin over her head, about to bring it down hard. But in truth, with the pain in her stomach, just maintaining her ferocious expression took all her strength.
But Chen Wanyue didn't know this. The old hag had beaten her so much she was traumatized. Seeing the rolling pin coming straight for her head, she let out a terrified scream, lifted the elm stool in her hands, and frantically smashed it toward Mrs. Shi.
