"Aunt, I want that bitch dead. I want her dead." Ning Qingshan had a ferocious look on her beautiful face.

Looking at her tightly wrapped hands, Ning Qingshan felt a burst of pain, as a wave of hatred and anger surged in her eyes. Hearing the imperial physician telling her that her hand was almost crippled, Ning Qingshan had only the name "Ning Xueyan." on her mind. It was this bitch who had ruined her hand and the path of her promotion.

"Qing'er, we can't deal with ...