The maids seemed even more afraid of her.
This realization—
Su Jin was both crying and laughing.
In her mind, she envisioned a scenario where she shot a glare, and the maids dropped dead on the spot.
It's exaggerated, but at this rate, it could very well become true.
Su Jin rubbed her forehead and walked toward the large tree where the maid was hanging. The maid was still there, hands tied, head lowered, face obscured.
"Take her down," Su Jin ordered.
Only then did the two old women start untying the rope from the tree.
The maid fell to the ground, her pale face and open eyes scared the timid maids into screaming.
Xingxing felt her heart skip a beat, clutching Su Jin's cloud sleeves.
Su Jin patted her hand, signaling her not to be afraid, and then crouched down to examine the maid.
The old women always thought the Eldest Young Madam was cruel, and with the maid dying so miserably, the Eldest Young Madam was fearless—
No one was more terrifying than the Eldest Young Madam.
