She stared at Chang Shi for a long time, then, like a rusty machine, slowly raised her arms until they were parallel to her shoulders. Then, with a burst of strength from her legs, she jumped out of the covers.
Chang was so frightened that she covered her head and squeezed against the earthen wall as if she wanted to crawl inside. When she realized that Shi Lan was still watching her, she cried out repeatedly, "Your birth mother died when she gave birth to you. If you want to repay her, go to the underworld. Don't follow me."
Shi Lan rolled her eyes, trying her best to suppress the smile on her lips. She jumped forward, but lost her balance and was stopped by the corner of the blanket. In order to keep her body stiff, she had to jump in place and take the opportunity to shake off the blanket.
"The ghost messenger asks you: what is my birth mother's name, which family did she marry into, and who is my birth father? If you do not answer, he will take your soul to the Yama's Palace, and then we will find out."
Chang was so frightened that her face turned ashen, but the room was too small and she had nowhere to hide. She could only curl up into a ball and tremble as she said, "Back then, it was a time of war and chaos. I only knew that the family was surnamed Pan and that a lady in the family was a concubine in the palace. Your birth mother was the wife of the second master of the mansion. I knew nothing else."
Shi Lan frowned, somewhat surprised.
The original owners she possessed always had the surname Shi, so why did it change to Pan this time?
After thinking for a moment, she jumped another step. Perhaps because this body had excellent aptitude, she had only practiced for an afternoon, and with this jump she actually reached a position two steps away from Chang.
The sight startled Chang Shi, who rolled her eyes and wished she could faint immediately. However, she was also worried that she had done something immoral and would be taken away by the ghost messengers. So she forced herself to stay upright, swaying precariously but never falling.
Shi Lan looked down at Madam Chang and said coldly, "Is Sanya your daughter?"
Mr. Chang nodded repeatedly.
Shi Lan sneered, "Words are meaningless; what proof do you have?"
Madam Chang quickly said, "There were people outside at the time, so I used a hairpin to brand her buttocks. If you don't believe me, you can go and verify it." As she spoke, she quickly ran her fingers through her hair, pulled out a hairpin, and tremblingly handed it over.
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