"Huh? What?"
Huang Shan's entire brain crashed.
Even her personal maid didn't know about her little sketchbook. How did Jiang Shuyue know?
Could there be a spy from the Marquis's Residence?
No, impossible.
Even a spy had never gone near her room. There was no way anyone could know.
She had to be bluffing.
That damned woman was exactly what her lord had called her-a menace!
Huang Shan said, neither servile nor overbearing, "I don't know what you mean, madam. If you want to look at paintings, why not invite a few artists?"
"Artists don't have the content I want to see."
System: [Weren't you just planning to deal with her? Why do you want to look now?]
Jiang Shuyue: [That was then, this is now. Don't you think the scene you described was especially thrilling? I must look so pitiful and delicate, soft as though I have no bones, while the Great Villain is sinister and devilishly alluring, hiding a blade behind his smile. Wouldn't that be a gorgeous scene?]
[If I miss this sketchbook, I won't have anywhere else to see it!]
The system thought she had a point, though it was a little twisted.
Baili Dong felt the same.
Watching someone else being tormented was understandable, but looking at pictures of herself being tormented, and by her own husband, no less...
What a unique hobby.
Huang Shan was terrified.
She had definitely been found out!
Heavens, the spies from the Marquis's Residence were terrifying! They could uncover even a secret like this. She was doomed!
Jiang Shuyue said, "Why aren't you saying anything? Just tell me whether you'll let me see it!"
"Spare my life, madam!"
Huang Shan dropped to her knees with a thud, her frail body trembling.
"This servant merely lost her head for a