Especially in the dimly lit environment inside the ancestral hall, such subtle differences are even less likely to be noticed.
In order to better complete the next design, Wen Zhu also specially prepared a basin of warm water for Zhao Manxiang to clean her face.
Some alkaline substances were added to it. Of course, in order to avoid arousing suspicion or making the water look unusual, she also mixed a few drops of rose essential oil into the water to cover up the original slightly weird smell.
Just like that, when Zhao Manxiang's fingers gently touched the area where turmeric was applied, her fingers began to slowly change color, gradually turning into a bright red.
The red color looks like blood and is very realistic.
Especially at this terrifying moment, Zhao Manxiang's heart was almost jumping out of her chest.
The fear she felt intertwined with the scene before her made her feel as if her skin was actually bleeding, which made her feel more terrified than ever before.
As time passed, the originally bright red color slowly faded, as if some invisible force had wiped it out, returning everything to its original state.
When Zhao Manxiang finally came to her senses and shouted for someone to come and see, all the abnormalities on her hands had disappeared, leaving only her pale face and trembling body.
At this moment, people watching nearby could only think that she was being overly sensitive or trying to attract attention from those around her.
"Could it be that she deliberately created these symptoms to achieve some purpose?"
Wen Zhu whispered to Qingti beside him, with a puzzled tone in his voice.
"I don't know the exact situation, but after hearing what she said, I was filled with fear and didn't even dare to go near to check."
Qingti patted his chest, which was rapidly rising and falling due to nervousness, and said, "At that time, I just used the excuse of reporting the situation to the master to quickly leave that creepy place."
"Well, it does sound scary enough. But I was the one who gave her that document, so how could it have such strange properties? Did you see it with your own eyes?"
Wen Zhu asked, hoping to get more details from Qingti.
"Alas..." Hearing this, Qingti sighed and continued, "In fact, the young lady immediately burned that thing in front of us."
There was a hint of helplessness in his words.
This news made Wen Zhu, who was standing aside, relax temporarily.
After a moment of silence, she thought for a while and then suggested, "The housekeeper and the others will be here soon. How about this? If I have some free time later, we can go over there together and take a look, how about that?"
"Yeah, I'm really scared to go alone."
Qingti nodded shyly in agreement.
Although she said this, her slightly flushed cheeks showed that the fear in her heart had not been completely eliminated.
Not long after, Aunt Mei also rushed into the room where they were.
Wen Zhu quickly asked Aunt Mei to sit down, she seemed a little anxious.
After all, the arrival of Aunt Mei gave her great support. With the help of this old housekeeper, any difficulties in housekeeping could be properly resolved.
Nanny Lu spoke first, a hint of worry in her voice: "Prince Runan's birthday is in two days. What gift should we give him? I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still haven't come up with a good idea."
Upon hearing this, Nanny Mei whispered to her, "I've heard that the prince has been obsessed with cultivating the art of immortality in recent years, and hasn't shown much interest in trivial matters in the outside world. It seems that ordinary things wouldn't impress him."
Hearing this, Wen Zhu's heart moved, and he immediately remembered that those precious flowers and rare plants were the painstaking works cultivated by the prince himself. It was obvious that he already had an extremely rich and desireless life.
"How about giving him a beautiful magical weapon? Such a gift would not only show our respect for him, but also cater to his preferences."
Wen Zhu put forward his suggestions carefully.
"agree."
Aunt Mei replied briefly but firmly.
This suggestion was approved by Madam Lu, who added, "I remember we have a Seven-Star Sword in our storeroom, meticulously carved from fine white jade. Why not use it as a gift?"
Aunt Mei nodded slightly in agreement.
Afterwards, several other stewards in charge of different affairs also came forward in turn to report on the situation and development direction of their respective affairs.
After all the housekeepers had left, Wen Zhu hesitated for a moment before raising a question that had been troubling her: "Young Madam has been complaining about the ancestral hall being haunted for a while now, and she's desperate to move somewhere else as soon as possible. How should we handle this situation?"
Hearing this, Aunt Mei couldn't help but frown, her expression becoming serious. "There's actually talk of a 'haunted' ancestral hall? If this gets to the master's ears, he'll definitely be displeased."
"I thought it would be better to try to appease the young lady and let her stay in the ancestral hall for three more days. This might prevent the prince from getting furious."
Wen Zhu proposed this expedient plan. She knew that Zhao Manxiang did show symptoms of physical discomfort, but under the current circumstances she still hoped to delay the time as much as possible.
"All right."
Aunt Mei nodded, her tone revealing a hint of helpless fatigue.
After seeing off Nanny Mei, Wen Zhu walked towards Qifangyuan, preparing to go to the ancestral hall with Qingti.
She walked steadily, but felt a little uneasy in her heart, not knowing what kind of situation she would face.
On the way, a servant kept complaining, his voice full of obvious dissatisfaction and helplessness: "The young lady keeps scolding me, and there's nothing I can do. I think she seems to be truly ill and not deliberately giving me a hard time. Do you know if you should let me talk to the lady? This matter could be serious or minor, and I'm really afraid of getting into trouble."
"Let me go and see what's going on."
Wen Zhu said calmly, his tone steady but still dignified.
She knew she needed to remain calm at this time and not let things get out of control.
The servant gently pushed open the door leading to the ancestral hall.
Zhao Manxiang looked tired, curled up in a ball, and sat quietly in front of the altar.
She looked very weak, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.
Although it was broad daylight, there were still many candles lit in the ancestral hall, and they were all concentrated around Zhao Manxiang.
The flickering candlelight created an extremely heavy atmosphere in the ancestral hall and made Zhao Manxiang's face look even paler and weaker.
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