I Only Sell Murder Houses

The Ninth Concubine’s background was far too mysterious.

I had seen her earlier, when the wretched hag punished Xiuzhu.

At the time, I had only thought she was young and beautiful. Looking back, however, there had also been something unusual about her bearing. I could not quite describe it, but something the steward said had finally made me understand.

The steward said someone had seen the Ninth Concubine handling objects used by wandering folk practitioners in her room, which made everyone think there was something sinister about her.

In retrospect, the unusual quality in her bearing had been a certain gloom, much like the aura of people such as Du Ruhai and Wang Guofu.

The steward had also said that the Ninth Concubine resembled the Seventh Concubine. Combined with her exceptional concern for Xiuzhu, people had thought the Seventh Concubine had returned to take revenge.

I had felt something similar before. I simply had not known that the Ninth Concubine looked like the Seventh.

I suspected the Ninth Concubine had never truly died. If she understood the arts of folk practitioners, faking her death might not have been difficult.

And only if the Ninth Concubine had remained alive could we explain why thirty-nine bodies were found after the Luo Mansion Massacre.