Wonderful.
Her Cosmic Bag had actually transmigrated into the book with her and come here!
Coming here wasn't enough, either. The little bag had wandered through this book, battered by fate, scattering her treasures everywhere.
So random drops were its whole specialty, huh!
Xia Wanwan huffed in displeasure, clinging to Mother and pouting.
[Boohoo, I finally have a golden finger.]
[I can finally protect Mother. Just you wait, you rotten Male Lead, boohoo.]
Liu Wan soothed her through tears and laughter, relieved that her daughter was safe.
She glanced at the Death-Exemption Token, wondering what treasure of her daughter's it had held.
Though its luster had now dimmed, it still carried weight before the Imperial Family.
So she reached out and put it away, then held Wanwan and soothed her for a long time before finally coaxing the little one to sleep.
The little one's hand still clutched a strange, green, transparent object. Liu Wan had no idea what it was.
She simply put that away as well.
She couldn't help secretly wondering what karmic connection there was between the Late Emperor and her daughter Wanwan.
The next day.
Madam Li arrived at Charity Hall with dark circles under her eyes.
Old Madam was already so gravely ill that she could no longer leave her bed. Madam Li dropped to her knees with a thud and kowtowed to her.
"I have let the Marquis's Residence down..."
Weeping, she recounted everything about the account books.
Old Madam was so furious that her teeth chattered. She scolded, "Even I don't dare openly oppose Liu Wan, yet you came back after years away, knowing nothing of the situation, and took control of Zhong Kui without permission!"
"Now you've reduced the Marquis's Residence to this. Are you satisfied?"
"I told every one of you