The purple-clad woman was good at kung fu and did not waste her kung fu. She was good at beating up servants.
Zi Yi's expression froze. Biting her lips, she cowered and refused to move forward.
"Are you kidding me? I can't beat her, so I ask my maid to die?"
She was a body of flesh and blood that could not be provoked or avoided.
###Chapter316,A Murder of the Husband's Room (part 3)
After these days of suffering, she no longer felt hot-blooded and saw many things clearly.
Even if the entire Zheng family united, they still wouldn't be a match for the Iron family.
Why should he ask for trouble?
Besides, she wasn't going to put her in jail. She was going to be Second Young Mistress.
Although this Second Young Mistress didn't eat incense, she didn't have a future.
But she gave a perf
