Zhong Lingling's gaze was vacant as she slowly raised her right hand and pulled away the silk scarf covering her face.
When Xiaobing caught sight of Zhong Lingling's horrifying face, she screamed in fright.
Watching Xiaobing's reaction, Zhong Lingling felt as if her heart was being torn apart.
"Why did you do this to me? Haven't I treated you well?" Zhong Lingling asked, with one corner of her mouth turned up, coldly laughing.
Xiaobing shook her head while retreating. "Madam, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word!"
"At Jingxiang Pavilion, you're the only servant! You know best the daily habits of Yimo and me. The clothes, the quilts at Jingxiang Pavilion, have all been tidied by you! You're also the only person other than Yimo and me who can enter our bedroom!"
"Madam, I truly don't know what you're talking about!"
"My pillow was poisoned, with a poison that disfigures!"
