At this moment, deep in a small alley outside the Qi Family Mansion, in another household, countless paper copper coins were scattered everywhere.
An elderly figure stood before the candlelight.
In the height of summer, she was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket.
Gazing at the flickering candlelight, a deep-seated hatred filled her eyes.
"Hongmei, my poor daughter, you can finally rest in peace. Mother will soon avenge you, not just that venomous Madam Zhou, but everyone in the Qi Family's main house will be buried with you. They are all responsible for your death!"
She murmured, occasionally punctuated by coughs.
There was a touch of pain in her eyes.
