"Prime Minister, how can you let her off just like that? This woman is malicious and has caused the death of our son; Haor will never rest in peace, ah woo woo woo...!" Nineteenth Aunt wailed and sobbed.
She wailed for a while.
Suddenly, she felt an eerie silence around her, shivered uncontrollably, and turned her head in confusion to look...
There stood the Lady of the Prime Minister's Residence behind her like a specter, holding a piece of porcelain, glaring at her with wide, angry eyes.
"You... you... what do you want to do?"
Nineteenth Aunt, seeing this, felt a chill in her heart, forgetting even to wipe her tears and snot. When the Prime Minister was present, she had been fearless. Now left alone, she naturally felt somewhat afraid of the madam.
