The miserable situation of Madam Wang lasted until the next day, when her personal maidservant discovered it. The scream pierced through the main courtyard and spread far and wide.
"Wretched maid." Madam Wang trembled with fury, slapping Qing Lian's face while roaring, "Why haven't you called for a doctor, and asked someone to help me bathe?"
Upon saying this, she paused; she could move and speak now. She shook her hand, she really could.
Previously, she couldn't move; how come she could now? Was last night just a dream?
"Madam, your face..." Another senior maid, Bai Lian, entered and, upon seeing Madam Wang's face, couldn't help but scream in horror.
Madam Wang touched her face, feeling a sticky pain—it wasn't a dream!
"Doctor, hurry and get a doctor!" Madam Wang screamed.
It wasn't a dream; it was real. That cursed, terrifying Wufu truly came.
Madam Wang's body started trembling.
