"Is Wang Shengxue dead?" Shao Wanru treated the news with indifference. Leisurely, she put down the maple leaf in her hand and looked at the semi-finished collage. This was what she had expected. As early as she sent these old clothes to the Marquis Xing's Mansion to remind Zhao Xiran, she had already anticipated that. It was a string of interlocking traps. What had happened was merely the thin end of the wedge. Of course, on the surface, she returned the old clothes to humiliate Madam Jiang. If Zhao Xiran were not scheming enough, she wouldn't have extended so much meaning of this act and taken so many things into consideration. Though the current situation seemed to have little to do with Shao Hua'an, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly without him. In her two lives, Wang Shengxue had been working for Madam Jiang, the Madam of Marquis Xing, and Shao Jing, Marquis Xing. As their sharp knife and qualified
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