Qingtao glanced at the sharp scissors in her hand, then at the still clueless Mrs. Shuang, and said, "I understand."
As soon as her voice fell, Lin Jiaojiao left without a hint of hesitation. Mrs. Shuang quickly opened her mouth wide and yelled with her neck stretched, "Your Highness! I used to serve your sister, Princess Duan, and I'm still a concubine in this Prince Mansion! You can't tie me up like this!"
However, Qingtao closed the door and revealed the scissors in her hand when she turned around. The cold glint of the iron merged with the indifference in her eyes.
The deceased Xiaoye was a servant in the Prince Mansion, and her parents were also servants who had died of old age. What family was left for Xiaoye that needed to be appeased?
And the person who killed Xiaoye was right in front of her.
"What...what are you doing?" Watching Qingtao coming closer, Mrs. Shuang, who was still screaming, was terrified to the point where her heart was about to jump out.
