"Senior, who is she?" Zhu Mei pointed at Jiang Linger in the corpse coffin and asked doubtfully.
Yan Yuyan wore the same puzzled expression.
The two women truly could not understand why Song Wen had brought back a woman who was little more than a walking corpse.
"Who she is isn't important," Song Wen said. "Zhu Mei, within one month, I want you to restore her sanity. Whether you teach her to be virtuous and proper or gentle and quiet, she cannot remain as debased as she is now."
The corners of Zhu Mei's mouth twitched slightly, her face filled with astonishment.
"How could that be possible! For her to become like this, she must have endured decades, perhaps even a century, of conditioning. Restoring her in only one month is absolutely impossible."
Song Wen said, "There is no need to change her nature. It will be enough if she merely appears gentle on the surface."
"Only changing her outward appearance?" Zhu Mei seemed deeply perplexed.
"To me, she is a commodity. A commodity only needs to fool the customer into paying spirit stones..."
Before Song Wen could finish, Jiang Linger in the corpse coffin interrupted him.
It seemed she had only just come back to her senses and noticed the three people beside the corpse coffin. Yet Yan Yuyan and Zhu Mei were directly ignored by her.
Her numb eyes locked firmly onto Song Wen.
Then, a sickly, obsessed smile appeared on her face. With a flash of movement, she sprang from the corpse coffin and lunged at Song Wen.
Song Wen retreated half a step, opening a little distance between them. At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped Jiang Linger across the face as though swatting a fly.
Slap!
Jiang Linger crashed heavily onto the