"You really don't get it, do you, Yang Yiting?" Qing Luo's body slowly fell to the ground slowly, closing her big eyes forever.
Several members of the Mansion staff looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes were red with tinge of confusion as they sobbed in the hall.
"Someone, find a place to bury her." Yang Yiting was silent for a long time before sighing and ordering. The last words of the dead woman was greatly disturbing. Did she know the truth about her? She glanced at the cold eyes of Meng Yuan before turning her gaze back at Lu Zhu.
Lu Zhu, I hope you'll rest in peace now. Standing still in front of the green bamboo coffin, tears welled up in Yang Yiting's eyes.
