Miss Du covered her chest in pain, recalling the maid who grew up with her, just like Cuiya, and her heart ached unbearably.
Before she closed her eyes, she said she would take revenge for her.
But, just as she had said earlier, Du Wanqing was her only family. How could she bring herself to harm her?
"Cuiya and Hen Ying were both sold to the Du Residence since childhood, growing up with us. How could you bring yourself to harm them? Ah, right..." Miss Du gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "Right, you could even harm your own sister, let alone a mere maid. Anyone who stands in the way of you becoming the principal wife, you would be able to kill them, wouldn't you?"
"No, it's not..." Concubine Du's face turned deathly pale as she shook her head and stepped back, "It's not that, it was an accident, I didn't want to kill her."
"Yes, an accident," Miss Du said, "because your target was me."