I Only Sell Murder Houses

“Little Mother!”

At the sight of the Ninth Concubine lying on the bed in the secret room, Xiuzhu became even more excited than Seventh Master and me.

Besides her birth mother, the Ninth Concubine had been the only person who treated her kindly.

She ran inside, hurried to the Ninth Concubine’s side, and shook her repeatedly, trying to wake her.

“Little Mother, it’s Xiuzhu.”

“Little Mother, I missed you so much!”

Seventh Master and I entered as well and examined the Ninth Concubine up close.

She lay on the bed with both hands folded flat over her chest. Her complexion was rosy, and she looked exactly as though she were asleep, not dead.

“Seventh Master, why does she look like she’s only sleeping?”