Chapter 3 Who is Buried Alive?
However, while they were thinking, Zhao Jinse had already been helped out of the coffin by the green clothes. When she left the coffin, she crushed the coffin board in full view of everyone.

Although it was different from Uncle's high-quality coffin, it was a lady of golden branches and jade leaves, so the coffin was naturally not too bad, but it was easily crushed by her.

Zhao Jinse sat down beside the brazier very comfortably. The warm firelight finally dispelled some of the chill. She rubbed her hands and asked nonchalantly, "Just now I heard someone say that they changed their clothes while it was still cold. What kind of clothes are they?"

The servants' eyes flickered, they shrank and dared not answer, they completely lost the posture of taking advantage of their illness just now.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, after all, the timid and delicate young lady seldom had such a smile on the surface.

Seeing that no one was talking, Zhao Jinse looked up at Aunt Wen who was standing there, and said with a smile, "Come here, I have a surprise for you."

Aunt Wen only felt that the smile was holding back bad water, but she and these servants dared to be so presumptuous before.It's just because there is only this young lady left in the uncle's direct lineage, and her three-month-old brother.

Previously I thought this young lady was going to die, so my brother in the past three months is still not a marionette in my palm.

Now that the direct line lady woke up and crushed the coffin with her bare hands. With such strength, she looked healthier than a grown man. Naturally, these tricky servants didn't want to listen to this concubine.

Originally, he wanted to listen to that person's advice and take advantage of the chaos to kill Miss Jiao, but he made a wrong move.

In just a few breaths, Aunt Wen's thoughts turned and turned, and she walked cautiously to Zhao Jinse, bent down and lowered her head to make a delicate appearance, and wiped her tears: "Sister finally woke up, uncle to go If you have some troubles, how can you let me be a concubine?"

The pear blossoms and rain of the beauty crying under the dim candlelight are too beautiful to behold.

Zhao Jinse tilted her head slightly, her almond eyes looked very innocent, she didn't quite understand what this woman said about uncle.

But she was the one who wanted to change her shroud and bury her alive just now.

As the eldest daughter of the Zhao family of the ancient martial arts family, Zhao Jinse never knew what it meant to swallow her anger no matter what the occasion was.

After confirming the target, he confirmed the hatred value and slapped her directly, making a loud sound on her face.

Aunt Wen fell back a step after being beaten, half-sat on the ground covering her face, stared at her in disbelief and said, "You hit me, even though I'm just a concubine, but I'm still your aunt anyway. Now that the master's bones are not cold, you actually Dare to hit me."

Zhao Jinse tried to move her legs, and it seemed that the chill had completely faded away.

Then he stood up slowly, stood up, bent over and raised Aunt Wen's chin, leaned close to her and said softly, "If you hit you, hit you. Do you need a reason? Take your face while I give you back Get out, I don't want to see you for the time being, understand?"

These words were very arrogant and domineering, but the voice was even more frightening.

The always delicate young lady casually took out a hosta that didn't look so good from Aunt Wen's hair.

Gently crush the half of the hairpin with your fingers and it will turn into powder.Part of the dust fell on Aunt Wen's face, and she trembled unconsciously with fear.

The crushed hairpin seemed to be her.

She never knew that the frail young lady who was rumored to be panting after walking a long distance could easily crush the jade hairpin.

(End of this chapter)

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