Realizing Jiang Ziling's misunderstanding, Su Yu quickly explained, her voice gentle yet undeniably firm, "Rest assured, I am not as ruthless as you think. Later, you just need to quietly listen to Lady Zhao's moans, consider it a release from the pain she has inflicted upon you over the years!"
Jiang Ziling's face still wore a look of bewilderment, overwhelmed by the sudden twist.
Seeing this, Su Yu said no more, merely lifting the hem of her skirt, her hands holding the carefully prepared items, as she walked determinedly toward Lady Zhao's room door.
At this moment, the air seemed to be filled with an unusual scent, and the strange phenomenon of Jiang Xunzhong's late arrival added an indescribable eeriness to the scene.
According to common sense, Lady Zhao should have already woken up, as Su Yu had been planning this for a long time, and every detail had been meticulously arranged.
