Jie Jingling's face was etched with horror. She blamed Granny for her mother's death, hating her to the very bone, but she had never considered killing her.
Neither morality nor filial piety would permit her to act so wantonly.
Jie Jingling glanced around nervously. Seeing that no one was around, she finally relaxed and whispered to Qin Mei, "Amie, don't be ridiculous."
"Sis, I'm not being ridiculous. I'm serious, one hundred percent serious. Just give the word, and I'll…"
Jie Jingling clamped a hand over Qin Mei's mouth, pulled her into the courtyard, shut and bolted the gate, then dragged Qin Mei through the main hall and into the room where Jie Jianjun and Chen Xiuhua lived.
The moment she stepped inside, the sight of the room's decor sent a wave of grief through Jie Jingling. She could no longer see a single trace of her mother ever having lived there.
