"Come here, take this package."
Old Madam Luo summoned the nanny to her side, "This is something good. Find a way to give it to your nephew, and make sure he gets it to the Second to consume. Once he does, Iâll be at ease."
"This..." The nanny hesitated, worried that this matter might implicate her nephew if something went wrong.
"Donât worry, this thing is colorless and tasteless, itâs a good thing," Old Madam Luo chuckled, "Everyone says that old man died of illness, but itâs a pity no one knew that without this thing, he might not have gone so quickly."
"My daughter is dead, my son is useless, and as long as he lives, he will divide the Luo Family among those little bastards. In that case, itâs better to let him die."
In the dim light, Old Madam Luoâs face was ominously sinister, "Itâs better for me to control the Luo Family than him. At least my son would gain more. Rest assured, this thing is colorless and tasteless, he wonât detect it, and your nephew wonât be implicated. Help me with this last task, and Iâll allow you to retire with honor."
"..." The nanny, who was initially hesitant, was moved. After a brief contemplation, she gritted her teeth and agreed, "Yes, rest assured, Old Madam, this old servant guarantees you it will be done flawlessly."
"Good, now I am relieved." Remembering something, Old Madam Luo said hatefully, "Just because my daughter isnât favored, he wants to send that cheap girl into the palace. Ha, what a pity, just a poor scholar, a mere fraud. Now thinking of it, I feel relieved. But that cheap girl could still give birth to Ye Ziâan, that little bastard, truly heaven has no eyes.
"Itâs not that heaven has no eyes, but rather heavenâs eyes are too open, which is why your poisonous plan fell through," Yang Chuxia, who had been eavesdropping outside for a long time, couldnât hold back any longer.
Especially when she heard her referring to Ye Ziâan as a bastard and the girl as cheap, Yang Chuxiaâs anger flared up.
She pushed open the window and flipped inside.
"You..." The nanny immediately wanted to scream, but she was too slow and was promptly choked by Yang Chuxiaâs silver thread around her neck.
With a knife to Old Madam Luoâs neck, she said, "Old woman, youâd better not move, or my knife might not have eyes."
"Who... who are you?"
"Who am I? Canât you tell?" Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow, "I always knew you were ruthless, but I didnât expect so many people in the Luo Family were killed by you. Itâs no wonder your son and grandson are useless, and your daughter died young. A person like you, who does such evil, wasnât taken by heaven because the punishment fell upon your children."
"I heard your daughter did something wrong in the palace back then, which nearly caused the decline of the Luo Residence. Do you know what wrong she did?"
This was something Yang Chuxia had always been curious about.
"I donât know!"
"No, you know!"
"Why are you asking this?" Old Madam Luo became suspicious and started guessing the identity of the person in front of her, "Are you Yang Chuxia?"
"Why do you care who I am? Tell me what it was for, or my blade might take action."
As she spoke, the tip of the knife pressed a little deeper, and fresh blood trickled down the blade.
Old Madam Luo, afraid of death, said, "Because General Tong humiliated Princess Consort Qi, and after the Emperor found out, he implicated her. You know, when a tree falls, monkeys scatter; once a person is in trouble, all sorts of factions will step in."
Yang Chuxia was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood. The Emperor had taken Noble Princess Consort Luo, General Tong was displeased, and took the opportunity to harm Princess Consort Qi. The Emperor found out and took it out on Noble Princess Consort Luo, and the consorts in the palace seized the opportunity to strike. Tsk, what a melodramatic tale.