Ten minutes later, Belle came down from upstairs.

Ella stood up from the sofa and went forward to help her.

"Auntie Bai!"

Freya still politely called out.

Belle smiled kindly, "Freya, I trouble you, just a small problem, making you come all the way here."

"It's okay."

After Ella helped Belle sit down, Freya came to her side and sat down, "Auntie Bai, please extend your hand, let me check your pulse."

Compared to yesterday's evasion, this time Belle cooperated by extending her hand.

Freya began to check her pulse, and when she touched her pulse, she was shocked.

How could this be?

Yesterday her pulse was clearly chaotic, but today it has returned to normal.

Could it be that yesterday was just her imagination?

Freya felt more and more uneasy, and checked again.

Belle saw the slight change in her expression, and a cold smile flashed in her eyes as she lowered her gaze.

The medicine she had just taken could cleverly conceal her true condition, even if Freya's master, Elder Gu, personally intervened, he might not be able to detect her tampering.

"What's wrong, do I have any health issues?"

Belle pretended to be worried as she watched Freya repeatedly checking her pulse.

It was only then that Freya let go of her hand and said, "It's nothing serious, but your pulse is a bit weak, so we need to take a blood sample for further tests to be safe."

Belle had initially thought she had escaped unscathed, but upon hearing this, her face once again turned somewhat ugly.

No. After the blood draw, no matter how much medicine she took, she couldn't hide her bloodthirsty nature. So, she touched her forehead and said, "I'm really fine, no need to worry." This statement sowed the seed of doubt in Freya's mind once again. If there really wasn't any problem, why worry about drawing blood? However, Freya didn't press her further and just smiled, saying, "Alright, let's skip the blood test for now. Let me check on you in a few days, and if there's no improvement by then, we'll do the test." "Okay, thank you." After that, Belle pinched her brow, yawned, and said, "Ella, take Freya around for a walk. I'm a bit tired, so I'll go rest upstairs." Ella nodded. Belle left the sofa and strolled towards the staircase.

It's unclear if Freya was just imagining things, but she faintly felt that Belle's gait was somewhat strange. As she climbed the stairs, a gust of wind blew in through the open window, lifting Belle's long skirt. At that moment, Freya saw clearly that there was white gauze wrapped around Belle's calf, with blood seeping out faintly. Freya squinted her eyes fiercely. It was a coincidence that the person who had attempted to assassinate her last night was also injured on the calf, and on the right foot as well. How could this be so coincidental? Clearly, Belle had not expected such an accident to occur and quickly pulled her skirt down, while also glancing back at Freya. In that instant when their eyes met, there was a strange glint flashing between them. However, it lasted only three seconds, and both sides averted their gazes. Belle tried to conceal her emotions as she headed upstairs without looking back, eventually entering the bedroom.

Damn it!

As the door slammed shut, she angrily punched the mattress.

That little maid had ruined her plans several times and now she had seen her own injury. The way Freya looked at her just now, it was clearly a hint of suspicion.

Belle pulled open a drawer and took out a star-shaped hidden weapon to play with in her fingers.

She had made a mistake last night, but next time, Freya's life would be in danger!

Downstairs.

Ella looked at Freya with a puzzled expression and asked, "So, did you find anything?"

Freya shook her head and said, "Other than some weakness in your mother's pulse, I didn't find anything unusual."

This was something Freya still couldn't figure out.

Where exactly was the problem?

Obviously her situation was very wrong yesterday, so it shouldn't have settled down so quickly.

"However, has your mother been injured before?" Freya asked again.

"No, if she had, the aunt responsible for taking care of her would have told me."

This makes it even more suspicious.

When her skirt lifted just now, she clearly noticed that the wound on Belle's calf was very serious, and it was still bleeding, obviously a new injury.

If the aunt didn't know, then Belle must have intentionally concealed it.

Furthermore, when she said she wasn't feeling well today, it was probably due to the injury being uncomfortable, rather than a stomach problem.

Freya didn't plan to tell Ella about these things, to avoid worrying her.

But ying thing was certain, Belle was carrying a big secret.

As for whether she was the ying who stabbed the black-clothed person last night, it remains to be verified. After all, she did not actually see the wound on her leg to confirm if it was a knife wound!

...

Night.

The sky was dark as if covered with a black cloth, pitch dark where you couldn't even see your own hand.

Subterranean labyrinth, negative second floor.

In the ice chamber.

Sounds of suppressed painful roars came from inside.

In the misty environment, a figure lay on an ice bed, arms crossed around the chest, curled up in a strange posture, shivering uncontrollably all over.

At this moment, the adjacent secret door suddenly opened, letting in faint light as a woman exuding a cold aura walked in.

The figure on the ice bed immediately got up at the sight of her and respectfully greeted the visitor.

"Master!"

The woman nodded and handed her the medicine, "These medicines will last you for over ten days."

"Thank you, Master!"

The shadow knelt before the woman like a loyal servant and bowed.

The woman sat down on the chair opposite, and said coldly, "Don't thank me yet, after taking the medicine, I need you to help me with a task."

"What task, please instruct me, Master!"

"It's simple, I want you to help me kill someone."

The woman's eyes hidden in the darkness flickered with cruel intent.

The shadow looked troubled, "But I can't leave here."

Since the woman saved her, she had been living here and had not seen the sunlight until now.

Because of this, her physique underwent changes, becoming extremely sensitive to cold.

The woman gave her medicine to treat her fear of cold, but this medicine had strong side effects.

Over time, her body felt like it was burning, forcing her to use the temperature of an ice bed to relieve the pain.

Furthermore, with each dose of the medicine, she became addicted, and the less she took, the higher the frequency of her afflictions.

Therefore, every time a certain period arrived, the woman would personally bring her the medicine.

The shadow knew that unknowingly, she had become a puppet of the woman, needing to follow her orders in order to receive the medicine.

In order to survive, the shadow willingly became her slave, obediently following her every command.

"I can take you out!"

The woman threw a star-shaped hidden weapon to her and continued, "The person I want you to kill is in the Spirit Pavilion, called Freya. After you deal with her, come back here and guard this maze for me. As for the medicine you need, I will naturally not deprive you."

Freya?

Upon hearing these three words, the dark figure's eyes bathed in darkness glowed with a hatred that could destroy the heavens and the earth.

She had waited for so long, and finally, the day had come!

This time, she was determined to make Freya suffer, with no place to bury her dead!

No!

She wanted her to taste the suffering she had endured during this time, to make her wish for death!