Xiao Muyan had thought that Xiao Yu was no longer to be feared, living as nothing more than a walking corpse, but her recent outings had been particularly unsuccessful. She kept encountering assassination attempts; she was ambushed at the money exchange and at shops. The trading items she had dispatched to the money exchange and shops to be converted into actual silver, even those meant to be transported to Ji Yun Country, all met with disaster.
And without exception, every person working for her died.
What terrified her were the heads of these individuals—either hanging from her carriage or placed at her doorstep. When a head rolled out from under her bed as she rested at night, she completely broke down.
"Ah—!"
Xiao Muyan screamed sharply, her face deathly pale, and fainted.
