One Wife, Thirteen Concubines

Young Lady Pang was still angry. She suddenly rushed forward and pushed Xie Qiao back.

"I know there's something wrong with the grave. Don't worry about it! Get lost!" The girl shouted.

This sudden push made Xie Qiao stagger. Zhao Xuanjing quickly held her up.

"You know there's something wrong with the grave?" Zhao Xuanjing asked with a frown.

Young Lady Pang's face was solemn, but she was stunned when she looked up at Zhao Xuanjing.

Her expression instantly changed, and her rage disappeared. She became hesitant. "Something's wrong, everyone said something's wrong... But so many people have come to look at it, yet nothing that can be done. People will die, and if someone dies, they'd blame me..." 

With that said, Xie Qiao understood.

"It must be because the evil energy that's too strong. Ordinary feng shui masters can't handle it, and they would even lose their lives," Xie Qiao said to Zhao Xuanjing.