With a creak, the two carved wooden doors were completely shut.
Zheng Chuyi quickly walked towards the dining room, knowing that at such a time, the Mo family should be dining there.
Along the way, many servants respectfully greeted Zheng Chuyi, who responded with a smile and a nod, appearing very amiable.
The closer she got to the dining room, the clearer the laughter inside became.
Zheng Chuyi's face paled, listening to the sound. Had that lowly commoner stayed over at the Mo family's house last night?
Unbelievably, the normally strict old Mrs. Mo had even allowed a stranger to stay the night.
A mere commoner. By what right could she replace her?
A commoner who only knew how to use underhanded tactics. By what right could she win old Mrs. Mo's favor?
Zheng Chuyi's steps halted in front of the dining room, her emotions extremely complex. Her hands clenched and then released, then clenched again.
She repeated this until fresh red blood traces appeared on her pale palms.