Even though she thought this way, Marchioness Cheng'an still opened the lid of the box.
"Ahhhhh..." Marchioness Cheng'an screamed as she saw the face-skinned Tong Qianbi.
Tong Qianbi had just been skinned, her flesh a bloody mess, and a lot of blood had already soaked through the box, now seeping out and filling the entire room with a strong smell of blood.
"What is going on here?" Marchioness Cheng'an dared not look that way.
"Madam, it seems to be... Miss Tong." The old matron next to her said, "That's the outfit she wore when she went out today."
"Yes, yes, it's Miss Tong, and the hair ornament she's wearing was gifted by you, madam!"
Marchioness Cheng'an leaned over and dry heaved, "Is she dead?"
A servant, gathering some courage, checked her breath and said, "Madam, she's not dead yet."
"But with so much blood lost and her face gone, even if she survives, it will be a fate worse than death."
