Três anos após a redenção, a filha legítima enlouquecida começou a matar

Da Sheng Kingdom, Residence of the Duke of Ru.

Night had fallen low, stars scattered across the sky, and the entire Duke’s residence was shrouded in a profound silence.

Within the dim laundry room, Lin Qingwu tirelessly scrubbed clothing from every courtyard. Her hands, roughened from years of soaking in icy water, moved mechanically, her eyes dull and numb.

“Lin Qingwu, you wretched servant, how dare you slack off!” Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced the stillness of the night.

Lin Qingyun entered with two maids, her gaze filled with disgust and hatred as she looked at Lin Qingwu.

Lin Qingwu said nothing in response, silently rising to fetch another basin of dirty clothes to wash.

Lin Qingyun’s face darkened immediately. She stepped forward, lifted a bucket of dirty wash water, and poured it over Lin Qingwu’s head.

Throwing down the bucket, she glared at the bedraggled servant before her and cursed, “Do you still think you’re the noble daughter of the Duke’s residence? You’re nothing but a lowly laundry maid now. Kneel and kowtow to me at once to confess your faults!”

Lin Qingwu, already weak, stumbled backward, her waist striking a protruding wooden rack sharply. The pain made her gasp, but it steadied her posture.

Lin Qingyun sneered coldly. She had long been used to Lin Qingwu’s haughty manner, but now, seeing her so humbled, only fueled her anger.

Just as she was about to lash out again, hurried footsteps echoed outside. Her expression changed instantly, and she warned Lin Qingwu with icy eyes, “Don’t speak ou