But where the coffin lid had been, there now lay a body.
Su Yan stared and recognized the missing maid.
She glared at Aunt Lan, disguised as the Old Madam, clenching her fists so tightly she longed to strangle her to death!
She had killed another person!
Another living soul, and right under her watch!
"Xiao'er…"
The singing stopped, and Aunt Lan, her eyes gleaming with a smile, gracefully walked towards them.
Her steps were serene, her countenance gentle and kind, clad in a white gown like an immortal stepped out of a painting.
So perfect she seemed utterly inconceivable as a serial killer.
Chu Yuxiao remained still, watching her approach, and asked somberly,
"Why?"
Aunt Lan chuckled, twirling around to show off her appearance, and smilingly asked,
"Xiao'er, look, Mother has returned.
Mother has been resurrected. Are you not happy?"
A hint of astonishment flickered in Su Yan's eyes. Had Aunt Lan gone mad?