When Jiang Yingxue walked into the Zhenguo Duke's mansion, she felt that the atmosphere in the mansion was not right. She always felt that the maids who walked by her looked at her strangely.

The maid brought Jiang Yingxue into the Fushou Hall, where the old lady was sitting, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.

"Old madam, my cousin is here."

Hearing the sound, the old lady opened her eyes and let people in.

"You kid, you are willing to come see your ...