While the underground prison sank into silence, far away in Xiquan City, Madam Ji's heart suddenly clenched in pain.
Crash!
Her teacup slipped from her trembling fingers and shattered into pieces on the floor. Her brows furrowed deeply as a chill surged through her chest.
"Oh, no!" her senior maidservant cried out in shock and quickly pulled out a handkerchief.
As she wiped the hot tea from Madam Ji's hand, the senior maidservant asked in a flustered voice, "Madam, are you hurt? Did the hot tea burn your hand?"
Madam Ji clutched her chest instead of answering the questions. Her pale fingers were trembling as she gripped the maidservant's hand tightly.
Alarmed by her unease, the maidservant asked, "Madam, what's wrong? You look so pale."
Her lips trembled as Madam Ji whispered, "Momo, I feel restless for no reason… as if something terrible is about to happen to this family."
