"I showed you the gold, and you've already hooked up with me."
After beating Master Wang, the woman casually slapped Linghu Lan across the face.
"Where did this little hussy come from, daring to seduce my woman? Doesn't she even know what kind of person I, Tu San Niang, am?"
However, as soon as her hand touched Linghu Lan's body, she felt a chilling aura assail her, making her hand feel as if it had been frozen instantly.
Even more terrifying, a monstrous demon with green fangs opened its mouth wide as if to swallow her whole.
"A ghost!"
She stumbled back a few steps, collapsing into a chair, trembling all over. "Who...who are you?"
Linghu Lan turned her gaze away from the furnishings in the house and chuckled, "I am Lan Qinyu, the concubine you want to take. I'm here, so why did you close the door?"
Blue Jade?
Tu San Niang's eyes widened. Lan Qin Yu was an easy target, not someone so formidable.
The thing in front of me really is a ghost.
Tu San Niang's expression changed drastically. Master Wang didn't care anymore, and he didn't even take the gold. He scrambled towards the painting, trying to hide in the secret room behind it.
Linghu Lan frowned in disgust. What a coward!
Seeing incense sticks on the table used for praying to gods and Buddhas, she flicked her hand, and more than a dozen sticks flew out with a "whoosh," sticking into the painting and the wall, blocking Tu San Niang's path.
Tu Sanniang hurriedly pulled her hand away from the painting, but was still scratched by a stick of incense, causing her hand to bleed profusely and making her scream in pain.
Mr. Wang, who had been wondering how his wife could act so convincingly, was suddenly stunned and no longer thought that his wife was acting.
No matter how hard the incense stick is, how could it possibly be "inserted" into the wall, unless it's not human?
"A ghost!"
Realizing what was happening, Master Wang collapsed to the ground with a thud and crawled towards Tu Sanniang, hiding behind her. "Wife, there's a ghost!"
Linghu Lan: "..."
As expected, every pot needs a lid; it takes two to tango.
"Madam Tu, you went through so much trouble to buy me, aren't you going to torture me properly and give me a hard time? Why are you thinking of running away?"
"Great...Great Immortal, please spare my life!"
Master Wang and Third Sister Tu knelt before Linghu Lan with perfect understanding, kowtowing repeatedly.
Linghu Lan glanced at the two of them and found them tedious.
She plopped down on the old-fashioned chair, her slender white fingers lightly tapping the armrest, her voice soft and ethereal, like a ghost.
"Tell me! Do you want me to send you to hell, or do you want me to be your great-aunt?"
...
The next day.
The Prince's Mansion held a funeral.
Lan Qinyu, the concubine who had just entered the household yesterday, died.
Unlike his previous concubines, who were hastily buried with a thin mat, Master Wang held a grand funeral.
Although it was against the rules to hold a funeral for a concubine, Master Wang was rich!
People came to offer their condolences. An expensive coffin was placed in the hall, and everyone in the Wang family was crying mournfully. To an outsider, it would seem as if they were holding a funeral for the matriarch of the family.
At the funeral, Mr. Wang and his wife looked sorrowful, but they treated a young woman in the audience with extreme respect, like a grandson seeing his grandmother.
Everyone was puzzled, but after inquiring, they found out that she really was Master Wang's great-aunt.
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
This news quickly spread throughout the surrounding villages and reached Baihua Village.
Some people took it as a joke, while others took it seriously; in short, it was quite a strange and unusual story.
Ning Yue frowned upon hearing the rumors. Lan Qinyu died overnight after arriving at the Prince's mansion? Was that aunt really her aunt?
She was reincarnated from another body; there must be a secret behind all the inconsistencies.
The events at the Prince's Mansion were too bizarre.
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