"What do you mean?" Jiang Li sensitively picked up on the other implications in her words.
"Second Miss, this matter has been buried in my heart for many years," Maternal Aunt Hu said with a bitter smile, "Everyone in the residence avoids me like a plague, and I haven't been able to share this secret with anyone else. But now that you are here, I think it's right that you should know about this too. Actually, the lady's death was not an accident."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Li felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water in the already cold weather, chilling her to the bone. Her smile vanished completely, and she simply asked, "Maternal Aunt Hu, you must clarify what you are saying."
