We now had a conclusion about Seventh Concubine's death, too.
According to that fat bitch, on the night Seventh Concubine fell into the well, she heard a splash. When she went outside, she saw Master Luo running into his study in a panic.
Assuming Master Luo wasn't the killer, the splash was so loud that even the fat bitch heard it from inside her room. There was no way Master Luo hadn't heard it. Hearing such a loud noise outside, he would definitely have gone to take a look.
In other words, Master Luo should have been the first person to discover that Seventh Concubine had fallen into the well.
But he had run into his study in a panic, clearly betraying a guilty conscience.
So the fat bitch's words weren't without reason. Seventh Concubine had most likely been killed by Master Luo.
"Men all care about saving face, and the master cares even more. How could he tolerate a slut who'd been sleeping with another man coming and going through the Luo Residence every day? Wasn't that a slap in his face? Besides, everyone in the residence knew Old Seven was having an affair."
The fat bitch said with a coy laugh, "But I was the one who spread that story. I had the maids deliberately let it reach the master's ears. As for whether Old Seven actually had an affair, I really wasn't sure."
The steward was shocked, then burst out laughing. "Brilliant, madam! If you hadn't spread that rumor, Seventh Concubine was so young and beautiful, and the master doted on her so much. If she hadn't died, he probably wouldn't have taken another wife."
"That move of yours was truly ingenious."
A chill ran down my back as I listened.
So all along, the story about